sheep

today

in wind and the mist of rain

we saw sheep

with black heads

and white bodies.

we saw stones

planted purposely in the ground

in circles

lines,

joked about the aliens

that must have put them there.

why there?

there is something magical

in not knowing

and just accepting,

watching, reaching out to touch

sheep that see you before

you come, the benefits of

slit pupils

that see what we can’t see.

and can’t know, and

vibrations from the ground

we can’t hear.