Sun screen has leached into vision
cataracting eyes.
I wipe corners cautiously
with handkerchiefed hem of t-shirt.
Don't want to miss this,
our Creamery Valley Road
run.

Road barley-twists
through voluptuously breast-
shaped hillocks;
a river of cream itself,
libation poured to Artemis Ephesia*
pomegranated
with mother's promise.

The road echoes creek's course.

I have not seen any cows yet
but a proud Simmental bull stands
snuffing air like Zeus,
pensive, horny
scoping the rollicking valley.

The road rollercoasters on
and as we surfboard crest
another
round-topped-rise
I spot the black and white cows
polka-dotting horizon,
then drifting corner
a cult of kine lie
limbs Buddha-folded under
and cudding.

Meditating the making of cream.

.

*Artemis Ephesia - Many breasted Libyan goddess of fertility.

http://www.sourcememory.net/art/anadolu/artemis.jpg