MUD by Amy Hale Auker

 

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MUD
by Amy Hale Auker

Give me mud,
heavy black fragrant,
goldfish harbor
at the bottom of a trough.

Give me cows,
bawling cumbersome social,
daughters and sons and families of cows.

Give me light,
flickering non-electric intimate,
creating a circle of us.

Give me solitude
days of books and truth and pages
when the story is the thing.

Give me weather
wind and storms and bright hot
on unprotected skin.

Give me simple
and wet
and real
an abundance of time.

Keep your diamonds,
your malls,
your exhaust fumes,
your schedules,
your busy-ness,
your prescriptions,
your clean.

Give me mud,
heavy black fragrant,
goldfish harbor
at the bottom of a trough.

© 2011, Amy Hale Auker, used with permission
This poem may not be reposted without the author’s permission.

Amy Hale Auker describes herself in a biography at her web site, “I write and ride on a ranch in Arizona where I am having a love affair with rock, mountains, the piňon and juniper forest, and the weather.”

She is the author of three acclaimed books, two novels and an essay collection. Another essay collection, Ordinary Skin, is undergoing final editing.

Find much more about her at CowboyPoetry.com, at AmyHaleAuker.com, and on Facebook.

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