When I sit at my desk
Type-type-typing away
I wish I was in the mud
Pulling and straining
On your fluid-soaked hooves
Hoping to see you born
I miss the smell of manure
So sweet and naturalistic
Reminding me of the earth
I need to be back in the stable
Helping a cow give birth
And when its all over
I’ll get back in my car
I’ll drive back to my house
In the heart of the city
I’ll remember what it felt like
To bring life into this world
And will sleep soundly that night
What greater joy can anyone have?
Then to make the world just a bit
More alive and although it may not change
Change anything in a big way
I know that if I die tomorrow
That I helped make it a better place
Poetry Overdose 