Poetry About Cow

A brown cow stands knee-deep in morning clover. Her slow jaw keeps the measure of the field. Flies glitter briefly near her patient ears. Beyond the fence, tractors trouble the distance. She lifts one dark eye toward my hurried life. Then turns again to grass and weather.

Begin where certainty starts to thin. Her slow jaw keeps the measure of the field. The ordinary carries a hidden pressure. Beyond the fence, tractors trouble the distance. We stay until the deeper pattern appears. Then turns again to grass and weather.

A brown cow stands knee-deep in morning clover. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. Flies glitter briefly near her patient ears. It returns us to pastures, barns, patience, farming, animal presence, and the quiet rhythms of rural life. She lifts one dark eye toward my hurried life. The day continues with a more attentive heart.