Friday Poem – Trust

Trust

Last night the deer were in my yard again.

Seven of them, pausing to look up

as I moved out onto the deck

with a quiet step, a slow smile.

They watched, still,┬ábefore leaning down to eat again –

And this is what I know of trust –

It comes ever so slow, nearer

until what lies behind our eyes

may meet in the dusky air of evening

as cars race down the road behind us

and sirens ring in the distance.

These moments shared, noted

by no other souls than our own

linger in the air like the chime

which rings once, before

it is silent.

And though we turn back

to what we were doing

the connection holds

like an invisible thread

strong as a spider’s web

and just as easily missed by others.

But oh, how it may catch the light

To shimmer beneath the silvered moon

in the dark of night.

– by Debra Parmley
published in Twilight Dips http://www.amazon.com/Twilight-Dips-Debra-Parmley-ebook/dp/B00DQAG2AS/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1407361475&sr=8-1&keywords=twilight+dips