Cow Puckered Up For A Round Of Applause

Your back could be turned, or you are just rounding

a corner of the field, or quietly drawing wet patterns

against the other side of a tree, or maybe even bent

down to tie a bootlace - when in that moment of rapturous

applause there is an instant of surprise and doubt

considering where you are but also the immediacy of

seeing this dark green fall into its growing and rounded

moonscape which suggests for the first time ever as a

visual learner what Plato might have meant when

philosophising how the form of a cow has more reality

than this cascade of manure which had deceived by

sounding like approbation rather than the pile upon

pile of a faecal ovation. This or Russell’s dictum on what

we feel is the precarious real, not that I’ll put a hand in it.