Love of pastures, but not the pastures.
Not the pastures of an ordinary silence met by an ordinary man,
An ordinary man with shoelaces that
Untied themselves mysteriously,

A man who should have worn buckled shoes.

A man who followed blind, breathed his way
Through life and time without stopping to take a breath.

But, perfidiously looking down at the
Mysterious shoelaces,
He noticed a blade of grass
Just beside his feet.

He stood, awe-struck,
Silent.

He was in the pastures.