two border collies
rest on the hillside
of the old farm
barking
dutiful
but soft
warnings
as i pace up
the black
gravel
driveway
a marmalade barncat
follows me
claws out
hunting
writhing
stretching
until dark
stones stick
to her orange coat
we walk together
in silence
the sheep judge
the swans sob
and horses
remain aloof
i suspect
they have
done this
eternally
more ancient
and intangible
than the
volcanic mountains
in the purple distance
for i
touched
their
angles
this
morning
