grazing...

above the night pasture
a bright constellation
of syllables spin
with bifocal tonality,
ambiguous and baroque,
a tango adagio,
unspooling like leaden silk,
smooth and dense,
propagating the ground
a concentric curriculum,
for my digesting reticulum,
I spit cud, chew,  then
swallow, spit cud, chew,
then swallow, spit cud,
chew, then swallow,
an even-toed ungulate,
digitigrade and curious,
ruminant, I digest...

lucy meskill