DecPoWriMo 22

Driving the back roads
to avoid the traffic 
at this time of year
I stopped suddenly 

in time to realize 
a family of deer 
was crossing the road 
sprinting as if 

they knew there was
some sustenance 
they had not found yet 
in the suburban cul-de-sac 

across the street 
while our cars idled
relieved to not have 
collided with them 

these temporary flashes 
of boundless life 
we know might be there 
if we could see it 

as constantly as traffic 
standing still for no reason