The Good Shepherd

after artist Michael Healy

Can I hold your image as the
panes of glass? There the golden
sunrise nudges up the field,
rosy luminescence bleeds out
from a flower. The blueness
of water skips on the rock
that once carved a valley from
the spotted hills. Every place
you walk in whinnies with light,
though I often do not notice
this. Sometimes I spend hours
wanting to be noticed, just
to find myself curled over
your shoulder, covered in dust
and merino spirals. You tell me
I have been here for years.

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Aisling Cruz is a Midwest-based poet and artist. Her work has appeared in Gotham Literature, Agape Review and Oyster River Pages, among others.