The Muleta

Today I outlined the memories
Of a forgotten childhood
And came across an accidental discovery.

Down an open field I roamed.
Cutting down dandelions,
Aimlessly wandering,
Escaping my responsibilities.

I walked further, seen by a deer huddled alone.
I paused frightened.
Only moments ago I seemed so certain of my place.

The deer flew majestically, 
Fearfully into the woods.
I sat there wondering
How I was the deer
Running from the inescapable traps of time.

The world is precious and golden.
When alone, if we squint hard enough,
The divine is dangling the muleta of an epiphany.