Driving to work, listening intently to an NPR piece about the capture of Saddam Hussain, I hit a young deer. As these things often go, in a kind of slow motion I see the deer leap the guard rail and then stumble.
Braking, I pull over on the graveled shoulder, and the tailgating pickup behind me roars by, in some godawful hurry. While the traffic continues to rush by, I stand there in my sandals, a breeze blowing my thin sundress above my knees. I haven’t brushed my just-washed hair yet, either, so I’m pulling long hair from my eyes and mouth as I walk back along the road. But the deer is gone — whether off to die in the lush and flanking forest or free, maybe even okay, I don’t know.
Gently, rain begins to fall, just a few drops on my face and hands, maybe a harbinger of an all-day soaking rain, or maybe that’s all, simply these few drops on the roadside, while I’m wondering what’s happening in that forest.
If we are lucky, the end of a sentence is where we might begin.
— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
4 thoughts on “Car, Deer, Collision: Tuesday”
I am glad you are okay — hitting an animal can leave you shaky and unfurled. So many dart out where we live. The woods certainly are a place of mystery to us but a place of solace to the animals. There is hope for the deer.
Thanks for your nice words. I’d like to think there’s hope…..
So glad you aren’t hurt! But how rattling it is. I hit a deer in the dusk one year and it left excrement on my windshield, a hairline crack in the glass and a dent in my hood. I could see it continue to bound up through an orchard and hoped it wasn’t too injured to survive. xo
I think your hit was worse than mine! Although definitely the wildlife has gotten the worst of this!