How to be together 

by Susan Moon

We are mid hike

when snow falls

snow moisture draping deer

scent impressions around us

like parentheses             (from the tree thick

                        you remember your first hunt

bewildered by animal bodymajestic)

my nose unaccustomed

to animal imprint everywhere concealed from

my eyes accustomed to taking

everything literal. This is what

I think of (from inside your arms

your lids quaking

with dreams concealed from the waking

world) when you awake

I am staggering through the thicket

of your first breaths where we bedded

fresh deer tracks in snow pointing

toward the tail of your dreamsand I follow.