Speaking with Reindeer
Speech:/ the antler of the mind
(Robert Bringhurst – ‘A
Quadratic Equation’)
I
admired his cap of antlers –
ideas
forking from his scalp,
yet
struggled with his voice,
which
bellowed like a stag.
They
studied his awkward gait,
his
upright stance, his lack
of
language. And like a preacher,
he
didn’t know how to listen.
I
wanted to hear what they knew
about
the quality of tundra
the
taste of cloudburst berries;
what
deer feel about snow.
I
saw a herd, splodgy brown,
reverse
freckles. Unafraid.
They
scented me, trotted off –
a
force of winter forest –
ideas
intact, their knowledge
still
out of my grasp. Yet,
like
meeting someone famous,
what
would I have said?
Katrina Naomi