AM A GOAT
I love earth underfoot.
Rock piles for climbing.
Winding craggy paths and rolling pine cones readied for a game of chase.
But one bright blue morning my world, went dark.
A passport assigned, curated and stamped for immediate relocation changed everything.
The dusting of snow and wisps of grass-delectable and sweet- suddenly disappeared with a thunderous…
Ricocheting like hail off my mountain.
Though, wingless and unsuited for flight my body, bound but cradled rested cozily in a dream while the landscape shifted and I burst unaware…
Immense distance-rivers, lakes, winding roads, hilly terrain, soared beneath me until…
…once more a mountain was home.
Inspired by a true story- You KNOW I am a sucker for anything to do with goats.