just before the moon was full

i walked in late afternoon

to the east, the moon rising

to the west the sun setting

and the neighbor cows

well, i've taken to talking to them.

and they look at me.

they seem to be staying close to the barn

and the round bales in the yard.

there's a new baby

chocolate amongst the beautiful mamas.

and this itchy girl

made good use of granite.

holding fast to normalcy

i am hoping for hope.

these beautiful beasts whose consciousness i can't grasp

and the birds, snow buntings, chickadees and bluejays

(at night owls call)

these things ground me and remind me

that our beautiful mother will be here

before and after me.

i keep turning off the news.

i will make milkweed paper today.