the cows rise as one
single file walk to grassy place to graze
distant memories come in the night
opening shelves and turning wheels
no one knows you are paying attention
you fall asleep.
They return at dawn fresh for milking
life floats on exchanges
nomads barter milk for what they lack
chain of relationships ancient and now.
You wake relaxed and calm,
amused with abacus and quantum world
you are ready to meet your friend for coffeee
you promise you will not be hysterical in autumn
but you ask:
what are holon and gezellig?
note: I am reading an article in the Washington Post about the world’s most relaxed moms by Mihal Greener.