MAY SABBATH
We’ve not vanished, no catastrophes – just weeks of early to bed and early risings as we’ve gathered and shipped our pasture cattle, weaned about half our calves, preg checked our replacement heifers and we are about two-thirds completed with our hay barn, corral, horse pens and office projects as we’ve made a little progress everyday. With seasonal warm weather we’re tired and naturally the blog site has taken a back seat to preconditioning our calves for our once a year paycheck sometime in late July or August. The calves are weighing-up well. Now it’s a matter of getting all their shots to qualify for the VAC-45 program, keep pinkeye under control without antibiotics and put some pounds on in the process.
Though there hasn’t been much photo-taking nor poem writing, I found one to post that still needs a little work. Looks like we may be scarce here for the next couple of weeks.
MAY SABBATH
One may see another soul
for a moment in the eyes
of cattle, and try to hold
that melting feeling, that
connection of loose atoms
leaking like water cupped
from a clear creek through
calloused hands. Wonderfully
humbling, it can be frightening
to be so transparent, that
perhaps poor dumb beasts can
look through mind-cluttered hearts
to feel our fear and see why
God stays so busy taking care
of those who know no better.