What the sheep know (but don’t say)
is not to stand alone (stay together),
and the square behind them (not a door),
marks the difference between dark and light.
Time is measured in greening grass,
the wait for rain, and the length of winter
(I wait for things that never happen).
They walk the day with new eyes (I cry).
Red and white, sun and water, and me –
they see (we are all this day). I stand.
They stand. I wonder (the sheep know).
Talking to the Clouds 