(For Ryanne, my 8 year old, who said the other day as we drove by horse stables on the way to school: “Mom, horse manure doesn’t smell good, but I like the smell, because it reminds me of something…something I don’t know.” )
All day in fields you go,
remembering something you don’t know.
It’s hot in the sun, and you don’t even try
and no one looks at you while you make the sky.