Tears on Easter

Why so far from your path
 my little man?
Rest your head in my bosom
Lay your tears upon Mother Earth
Take sustenance from my teat
Be my lover for a time

Time for your medical training
Time to build roads and buildings
and fascinating devices of engineering
My, so busy
Not too busy
To dance and play guitar and sing
 with a gathering every evening
In knowing celebration
 of harvested humanity
Tasty food from the hearth
Long discussions of
 politics and mirth

One day your hairy legs will itch
Your hooves tap and your tail twitch
One evening you’ll silently fade
 back to me
To coax budding women into the forest
and sow boldness in them
so generation after generation
 humans in wilderness
and wilderness in humans