Here’s a poem that I wrote a long time ago that still resonates with me. How about you?
All We Like Sheep
The sheep are sitting in the next pasture
Clumped together in the grass
That thick, rich carpet they eat for breakfast
I see them sitting in a loose circle
By the fence, a ewe stands apart
I approach her slowly
She holds her ground.
We face each other, the fence between.
Her coat, an ancient ivory
Flecked with gray, curls tightly wound
Our eyes meet
Hers slitted onyx, mine round,
We gaze at one another
The ewe, me
And then, no fence.
Who is staring here at whom
Which is me, which is ewe
A sudden gust of wind, I blink and
She blinks too, and dances off
I turn and come inside to this room where
We sit clumped together
Mute, chewing our thoughts.
Forming out own loose circle on the gray carpet
Flecked with ivory, woven tight
Of fine English wool
(Originally published in Inquiring Mind Vol. 12/1 Fall 1995)