The Complaining Cow

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My Life and the Complaining Cow
Lying on my back on my yoga mat
looking for insights on the ceiling
the way astronomers look for stars against the sky
waiting for that one instant when all will become clear.
And when the big solution arrives
there’s no band of angels announcing the coming of the answer
no star in the east, no light in the tunnel, no trumpets or gonging bells, no voice in the darkness
but here come the geese, again, and the complaining cow across the road
here’s the kiss of the fog and whispers in the shadows
here are phone calls from friends and the adoring stares of dogs,
here is unlimited biscotti,
a kiss from my sweetheart
here is my life.

©Carole Fults

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5 thoughts on “The Complaining Cow

  1. Rene says:

    It is that simple. Love this…..heart poem

  2. Uncle Tree says:

    I like your sense of humor, Carole. 🙂 The world needs more like you.

  3. Ah, unlimited biscotti. Love it!

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