Inspired by my daily meandering up Muddy Hill with my chocolate companions.
You always are the first to get there
to the top
you climb the mound of earth
out of an inner urging
worrying not about the thistle below
your feet
but just to move and breathe in
the smells of creatures deep inside their holes
One tail becomes two
And I watch both as they disappear to a gravel road below
the road that takes me in and out
and lifts us up again to the arms of the old barn
where donkeys stand by, attentive,
understanding where we arrived from
