Landscape with Cows
Cows, at their lumbering and stately pace,
rise from this roadside landscape, water, field
and early morning sky, not so much place
as attitude. Mist and crude rails have sealed
them in their all-but-changeless pose,
like founding fathers whom their myths embalm,
on meadows, captured, rapt, as in Corot's
mute umbered greens and shallow pools of calm.
The moment cannot last; already there's
the next billboard quickening appetites,
hawking aloud some need, somebody's wares,
some town approaching us with its delights
and deals and meretricious urge to tease
us back into our natural unease.
Rhina P. Espaillat
© 2000; first published in Sparrow.
permission of the author.