Cows On Om Beach

The bellow of an ox on Om Beach Reminds me of a seaside offering to Poseidon And surely many odysseys will set forth from here But no blood will be sacrificed on this strand The cows like to be among us They are placid focal points Moving through the revelry On a festival that could be any sunny day While people cavort and splash and gyrate Or give in to frivolity of sparkling words The cows range across the beach all day Taking time to take in impressions Of waves and voices and streaking forms They are browsing on the ebb and flow Of everything that comes and goes And one part of me is always with them If I can come back to this beach near Gokarna I will cut up a fruit salad for human friends Then put mango skins and melon rinds in a basin Which I will offer to a soft-eyed cow We all ruminate our own enjoyments However many limbs we tread the earth with