Sometimes I catch her gazing at the sunrise.
She faces east
and looks up, staring
as she chews her hay.
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She seems to be contemplating;
but, what?
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She cannot fathom its creator.
She cannot understand beauty or delight
such as I do.
She cannot compare it to yesterday
or wonder if it will be there tomorrow.
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Yet she gazes,
her eyes fixed on some
luminous point,
ears relaxed,
body quiet.
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And I think maybe she is just
acknowledging the sun
for what it is –
light
after long hours of darkness.
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And I think maybe she is right.
Maybe she’s onto something.
Yeeeeeeeeessssss.