Grab Hold

This morning I grab the bull
by the horns and discover
this is no sweaty massive monster
sewing carnage wherever it turns.
Instead
I’ve grabbed onto the horns of
a yearling deer or maybe
a nanny goat, gazing back at me
from startled eyes, alarmed
by my violent actions, and hoping
I’ll soon return to peaceable ways.
All they want is to keep grazing,
munching their way from one green
clump of grass to the next, weaving
between the birch trees, in and out
of shadow-dappled light, following
the way of ease and comfort.
A mouthful of grass in the sunlight,
the scent of Spring frolicking in the air,
the quiet hum of earth, bees, birds, and gophers
living the Way of Life and Goodness –
simple pleasures, abundant blessing.


Gyllian Davies 5.06.09