Serendipity
A barter between neighbors,
chance of the unexpected – my pasture
gone wild for lack of grazing, their horse
gazing at our fresh, untasted green.
Water trough and halter
cinch the deal and, as if dropped
out of April sky,
the blessing of a great white horse
gracing our land.
But wait.
There’s fiddleneck pushing up
through green, toxic
to horses, and mustard too.
My morning meditation shall be
ridding the field of golden fiddleneck,
and pulling out mustard by the roots.
Oh serendipity, I’ll cook
up those mustard greens for supper.
~ Taylor Graham
