It’s nice that spring has finally come

(in the desert)

a lone cow stands on the ground before the drop

slopes just to the south, full of saguaro

we both caught a glimpse of the moon

hiding from us in the glare of the early sun

the steer, in all his bulk and brown glory

might be waiting for slaughter

massive horns cast a shadow where once he had company

i wonder what he is thinking of

on this perfect clearing with the mountains rising behind him

the sun rising behind me, and i catch his huge muscles

in all this light, he comes alive

alive with feeling and provocation and loneliness

that is what we are of course

i personify the steer.

no others in sight

can we get any closer?