picture the goats leaping
ramp to ramp on a farm

clip-clopping on steady hooves.
avoid stumbling, more certain

of their steps than gravity
Almost as if not studying

the ground, but there lives
a confidence in knowing.

note the horns curled
into a clanging strength.

how else can you batter
every wall with steady

patience, or find your way
on wavering terrain, shift

on the land that send you
crashing or tumbling when

you raise your chest, point
your muzzle toward wind

yet find the hard earth, simple
elements raising a gritty temple.