Tag Archives: sentient

IN THE COMPANY OF COWS

 

It’s a dirty trick

not to bring ‘hello hay’

by flake or bale,

 

to show empty-handed

with a cluttered mind

from another world.

 

If I had the time

I’d stay the day among them,

forget myself

 

and lie down and learn

to chew my cud

without thinking.

 

GRAZING AND CUD

 

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The old cows know
grazing and cud,
how to a hold a thought

in the shade, how to
let it linger and settle
beneath certain trees,

earth stirred into beds
of moldy leaves.
The scent left

floats to revisit
when grazing’s done.
No secret place,

no special remedy
but time—time
among the grasses.