Now I know why
cowboys love the morning.
As azure heavens drop to earth,
winds whip across the prairie
brisk as aftershave.
Fields so wide they hold
every risk a day could bring:
muscles pulled and sometimes,
a colt or two battles the birth sac
before dropping to earth beneath
the same azure heavens
that greet its callous-handed doula
Photo and poem by Debra B. Darvick