My pen holds my hand
and steadies me
over the notebook
of the moment.
If I listen
Sheep call to me.
Sheep language the same
the word over.
Accent’s the same.
I’m remembering sheep language
in our farm in Pennsylvania
and one sheep Jimmy my pet
I took to school.
On weekends the secretary
who lived in town
took Jimmy to her home.
I never knew why
she took Jimmy home.
In kindergarten I liked to wear
fancy black Mary Jane shoes.
Have a photo feeding Jimmy
Wearing Mary Jane shoes.