Her years on flat open prairie, the
hard-scrap jumble of danger and chance
left only the essentials: skeptical wisdom,
long-ear sensibility, and eyes that watch with
great vigilance from deep under her brow.
She keeps an entrancing distance. Magnetic
in her independence.
This caretaker of a small farm with a strong
back for throwing hay, filling troughs, repairing
Fence. I’ll bring a soft mush to her stall but
I’m not willing to make it a bribe. Neither
of us mere beasts of burden, we have each
been both predator and prey. We know
the value of self-reliance.
The earth’s abundance has always been our
blessing and the gift we have to offer; we
share a promise to hold to nature first, so she
needs no dependence on me. The donkey and
I make a choice, to stay away or come closer,
as guarded equals owing no debt and
demanding no allegiance.