Not Knowing the Rules
The two white-bellied antelope
stood still as I approached
on the farm road at evening,
and three birds flew away.
The air was clear
the way it is on the desert
after rain, the sky bright.
I was wondering why,
besides the beauty, I was there.
And how close I felt to death.
Waiting for the heart to revive.
Between objects and desire.
I waded on through the brilliant light
that comes here just before dark,
shining on the grass in front of me
from the back.
Linda Gregg
Posted over on Hayden's Ferry Review
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