in the lambing shed
Tongue salted, belly
full of battered fish
Smell the wet, fallow earth
as you come near the sign
In blue: Hold a Baby Lamb, 3 euro
Hear its rustling in the straw
as you offer up your coins
Know the weight of it,
its docile silence in your arms,
That sound will follow you home.
Listen for it. Wonder
if silence is empty or just full
of possibility.
Find a bit of wool, sometimes
still, on the raw edge of a sleeve
—
Cristi Donoso Best (@cristideebee) is an Ecuadorian-American writer and MFA candidate at American University. Her work has been published in The Threepenny Review, Motherly, and other online journals. Find more of her work at cristidonoso.com.
Photography by: Maranda Vandergriff
