Something stirs as numbing ache
Clawing she falls na’er to wake
A vengeful hiss, it slithers out
Signifies the calf’s mistake

Fangs from which the poison drips
eyes black and cut like arrow’s tip
Regards the cow it’s hollowed place
Sees mind through mind’s eye
And from mind discerns its lie

For all things are cows with both within
Often poisons slowly seep, or teeth will quickly sink
With mistake the calf will die, what some call sin
the snake calls mistake, with venomous grin

What are we to say to this?
Half serpent half calf- am I to choose?
Snakes will leer the vengeful wrath
And calf to mother, looks for the stamping feet

What may be, it is then
If serpent strike first
Then venom is righteous and just
And if cow succeed
Then hoof has stamped in moral deed

7-9-18

Sometimes when it rains on a summer night
I lay out breathing, thinking lightly
It seems as though I’m wandering between the winding willows
Traipsing the seldom trodden paths of my mind

The tree trunk moves down into the ground, and I think I could follow it

I sink. . .
If never I had felt icy surf and the waves like hands
Grasping my clothes and tugging
Each raindrop might be like a flood
So large, it would sweep everything away and me with it

But here I sit unmoved- a stone
I am cursed to weather slowly and become smooth
Soon I will be small, and everything large
Then the rain will carry me away.