THE METAPHOR REGARDING SHEPHERDS AND SHEEP

a shepherd
tends to sheep
in the green hilled
distance, as a woman
cries here in my arms.

I stop,
inside that moment
thinking to myself
something metaphorical
is going on here
but just can't seem
to place it.

the old farm house
bears a rooster
on its roof
who never hesitates
to point east.

in the green
hilled distance
blades of grass
watch a girl
cry in my arms.
snickering as they sway,
understanding the metaphor
but reluctant to let me in.

a tear drop
from the girl
falls on a single blade
and soon the others
are persuaded enough
to whisper
gently.

so i do what any logical gentleman would do,

i turn my head closer,
and listen to grass speak
in million year-old tongue.