That I can safely watch them safely graze

Might seem like little. Still, it feels like much

Beside this fenced-in field this day of days.

The distant bay and — close enough to touch –

The chestnut underneath the towering willows

Crop off the green I’d like to think is clover

On rolling paddock hills as plump as pillows.

As if I’d asked them if the worst was over,

One sun-streaked sorrel and one shadowed roan

Lift up their heads to answer with a neigh

Almost together, in a kind of koan.

Shaken from reverie and torn away,

I start the car by which I’m borne away

From pastures lovelier than I can say.