This
is for Patches who passed just shortly before his 16th
birthday
My Patches
1998- 2014
Now
I know why they call it Animal Husbandry
It
was a platonic marriage, an inter-species relationship
The
best one ever, with anyone
He
was a gentle Pisces, born March 3rd
Like
no other being I have ever met
I
sat in front of him on my pillow
As
if he was a Buddhist deity
And
I did feel enlightened by his presence
But
only during the hours each week, each day,
for the four years that I spent with him.
for the four years that I spent with him.
He
put his head on my heart
The
moment I bent low
to sit on the ground with him
to sit on the ground with him
His
love poured into my broken pieces
As
I sat in front of a God in the form of a Goat.
He
shaped my world, gave me purpose,
A
reason to be and a place to go
And
when I left the petting zoo for ten minutes to get more water in the sweltering
heat
He
was so eager to see me come back,
Swaying
and extending his head to tell me to come and sit in front of him again.
Whatever
I missed from the human world, he gave to me
Whatever
love I lacked from my own species, I found in him.
He
was my savior
I
could not wait to see him
To
place my pillow in front of him
to
sit with my own personal goat guru.
I knew why I had existed,
why I was drawn
to move to that town
to move to that town
And my life was made whole
because a Goat Graced it.
He is gone from this world now
It has a strange air without him
I would have visited him
till I died.
till I died.
My celibate goat monk
Pure in his love.
When I spoke to visitors too long
He pulled my shirt with his mouth to tell me
To only pay attention to him.
And I did.
He is the goat in my center
Looking out through my eyes
My pupils turn horizontal
As I remain forever part of the herd.
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