Poem of the Week: Before the Map by Carola Luther | Poetry
Before the card
At night I feel at home
with those hills. They lie beside me like cattle
in the dirt they are in.
I call them in the dark and they move
Sanga cows, or Highland cows, like kine, like kin.
I know I am not the only one.
Secretly at night they settle down near each of us,
keep us warm and inside.
Here are the names I give them: Kith. Oum.
Gert. Brute. Tlou. Seth. Olifant Cough. Os Olifant.