friends.

so, i'm riding on a trail toward the ocean,
and i come upon a herd of cows eating grass.
their bells are clanging.

all of a sudden, the bells stop, and they're staring at me.

"All the cows are looking at me!", i thought, eyes wide and smiling.

brown cows and white doves
never knew they were friends.

an unmarked tower
to an unmarked sun set
hums the ocean back
a salutation
in bodily vibration
i repeat
in yoga stance.

shiva?

oct. 7