To My Summer Love

It’s the time when calves

venture further away from

their mommas and wonder

what the grass tastes like

on the other side of the barbs

And they wander through the

sun-soaked field as far

and as fast as they can.

It’s this same time that

fledglings jump

or are pushed

or fall

out of trees, the wind

whistling louder than their cries

The fledglings aren’t the

only ones to test wings

and the calves aren’t the only ones

to sample the new grass.

Everyone samples the

petrifying excitement

of loving the thing

you were meant to love

before you know you were

meant to love it.