Struck

Into the opening we burst
 onto solar fairy tears
 evaporating over the entire field
In silence, I gathered
 how innumerable these
 continual launchings
Still day, yet sunset
 a deer appeared; we chased after it
 Only to return
The path had provided inklings
 good-omening twinklings
 I hadn’t expected this
Breathed it in
 Longed for it before I left
 the dogs whimpered, unaware
I exhaled as they tugged me past
 hoping it fore, knowing it aft

Post-script
Again amid tears and deer
I wonder
dumb-struck
How easily I might be
unwitting participant
in an ever-ascending, light-shedding
conspiracy