Here’s a poem that I wrote recently. I think it ties into the theme of awareness. It also attempts to come to a conjunction of physical, mental, and emotional experiences.
Autumn’s finest speckles
the old hillside on a day of rest,
and I sit a moment and watch
a cow in pasture nudging a hay bale.
Let’s go pick apples! you call to me,
and I lean back against the oak,
my spine finding a groove in the bark,
and pluck up a few stray acorns.
You don’t notice the cow—
too caught up in the way the veins
of falling leaves mirror those
tiny wrinkles on your palm,
and the way the breeze makes your hair
dance in the low afternoon sun.
I wait, for the telltale nip of cold
on my bare arms—
But it never comes. So I sit
and ponder you and the cow
And think to myself,
But why is it nudging the hay bale?