What is this? This is just your life. So, you do your part, and the rest is clear.            
                              —Elihu Genmyo Smith  

Just over the rise, my eyes
are drawn to a black calf
trotting downhill to the fence
line where a mother cow
and another calf stand, all
illuminated by June sun
calling up another day.

Cows mirrored in mist, me
passing, we go on with our
given stories, theirs of grass
and dew, milk and growing.
Let them eat, let them
eat in cool morning light,
what do any of us know
but this moment?