By Tara K. Shepersky

There are four of them: two solid sorrel horses,
and two spotted goats.

Some permutation of patterns is always grazing
side by side. Or sometimes playing—

the goats, especially, bounce their joy,
sucked sweet from the long spring grasses.

Complete in their companionship,
they never rush to say hello

when I wander down the fenceline,
while vigilant bluebirds gift the day its colors.

I won’t try to entice. What could I offer
as bright and whole as this daily cup they drink?

I do not have to be loved by everything
to love everything.

Copyright Shepersky 2020