The Cow Speaks to the Child

 

There’s no me without you,

says the cow in the sunlight

being looked at, being drawn

by the child with crayons.

 

Is the hill an almond? the child

wants to know. Is life irrefutable?

 

The start of ‘me’ is the start of

the ending of ‘you’. See that hole

in your sock where

the cold can get through?

 

The child’s toe sticks

through the hole now.

 

Soms philosophers grow ulcers

from eating loneliness.

There’s not much we know.

 

The cow’s tongue smacks its lips.

 

The child fills in its spots

with blue crayon and silence.

A dragonfly or not.

 

 

Evan Gill Smith.