an old cow

 

the sun is an old cow asleep in the sky

standing on her shaky legs

and suckling us with stumblingly clumsy love

we do not want

 

soon she shall lie behind these wistful

hills and the moon shall trot like a calf

to daybreak again, staggering after

her forgetful mother

 

rehearsing heaven and smelly memory

as we fall to earth again and wakefulness

tidy as tadpoles, we wait for her heaven

forever, only the sky is ever naked

 

we just get undressed. memories -

they help us to forget

 

 

- David McLean