November 2018
I'm a retired English Professor spending my time writing, taking the occasional photograph, trying to follow the Dharma. For more about me and my musings: http://www.michaelminassian.com
Black and White Cows
Last night, I woke to the sound of rain
reminding me of when I was a child
counting the beats between claps
of thunder and slashes of light,
and watching the little dips
and valleys fill up with rain
on the road in front of our house,
just before breakfast on a summer day,
then skipping through the puddles
trying not to step on the reflection
of clouds on the surface of the water--
later watching the cows
after the rain stopped
just before they floated above the earth
like black and white dirigibles,
wishing that I too could fly
into the freshly washed sky.
Originally appeared in Third Wednesday, 2015
© 2018 Michael Minassian
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