Let’s be clear about the cow
in the trees who stands
perfectly still so that her bell won’t
make a sound.
Her longing is
to be disobedient so as to transform
and transcend what she is afraid of.
How to make sense
out of innocence, sorrow? How
to be not suspicious?
We’re only making
it worse for ourselves, staying home,
crying over missing bottles and
little by little, fear wins. The cow is a mirror.
The trees dance in carnivorous revelry
all around her.