Walking alone in a forest, I came upona deer—this was not a vision.It faced me, on its four thin legs,unmoved as a cave paintingbrushed by light. I made myself still.I spoke to it, softly. I can’t rememberwhat I said. The deer regarded me as a god would,eased by my astonishment.Then, slowly, I moved closer, and […]

Original source: https://www.nybooks.com/articles/2023/05/25/the-deer-ama-codjoe/