I fell asleep, and woke when a deer stumbled against me.
I guess she was so busy with her own happiness
she had grown careless and was just wandering along
listening to the winds as she leaned down
to lip up the sweetness.
So there we were,
with nothing between us but a few leaves, and the wind's glossy voice shouting instructions.
The deer backed away finally and flung up her white tail and went floating off toward the trees---
but the moment before she did that was so wide and so deep
it has lasted to this day;
I have only to think of her---
the flower of her amazement and the stalled breath of her curiosity,
and even the damp touch of her solicitude before she took flight---
to be absent again from this world and alive, again, in another,
for thirty years sleepy and amazed,
rising out of the rough weeds, listening and looking.
Beautiful girl, where are you?
---Mary Oliver, from New and Selected Poems