Sheep Dreams

Grandeur in the pasture

Hello, dear readers!

I’m working on a few research-intensive essays AND doing some traveling… so I will be back in your inbox April 8th. In the meantime, I’m re-publishing this poem I wrote in 2019 which sure seems relevant these days.

I’ll add a recording of it when I return home to my “sound studio,” aka my closet. xox M

Sheep Dreams

In my dreams
I am the bird
who fearlessly opens her throat
and lets loose
magnificent songs,

says the sheep.

I am the fish
who fights her way upstream
like a silver-scaled
rebel,

the wolverine
who roams for days and nights
to kill and eat for herself
alone,

she says.

I will be like the bird,
the fish, the wolverine
of my dreams,

says the sheep.

And then she hears
the comforting click of the gate,
smells the sweet oats
spilling into troughs,
feels the warmth of wooly bodies
pressing in on all sides,

and she says,

Tomorrow.

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M