Heaven and Earth

Where the field has been crossed
daily by the cows and the old man,
there is a path that meanders
down the contours of the hill
like a seam of gold.
Sometimes his grandchildren
walk with him.
The valley sucks up their voices
and laughter like a miner
hungry for their young hearts,
searching for a way
to keep them here
as grandfather's mind
widens into the ocean
of thoughts a cowman has.
His expression
sighted mostly beyond him
he stands leaning into his stick.
The cow bells dong
and skylarks sing in the heights.