Three Cows
Our windshield wipers
pushing away rain,
I see three cows
standing together in an otherwise
empty pasture.
One looks up
as we splash past on our way elsewhere
as if she sees me
across our vast species difference.
And even as we are rushing forward into tomorrow
she stares out at me in silent communion
of what it means to be
at home in the world, today,
in the rain, in that simple connection,
that reasonable proximity
of simply standing
side by side
next to one another.