The Goat’s Eyes

Posted on by Tricia Knoll 
The Goat’s Eyes

I go to the stone wall
   to call the goats
        not from my need
        nor from theirs,
        to be with them.

A herd gathers under the bent apple tree
   soft nickering does
   curiosity in their low-tone bells
   swinging bags of dwindling milk
   over dimpled apples
   we bathe in sunshine
   their wild eyes slit to what comes
   in genes full
   of the wandering people
   nine thousand years
   by their side.

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An Vermont poet with a deep love for writing haiku, poetry with feminist and eco themes. Ocean's Laughter (Aldrich Press 2016) combines lyric and eco-poetry to look at change over time in a small town on Oregon's north coast. Urban Wild (a chapbook from Finishing Line Press, 2014) highlights how people and wildlife interact in urban habitat. Broadfork Farm (The Poetry Box) is love poetry for a the creatures and people of a small organic farm in Trout Lake, Washington. In 2018 Antrim House released How I Learned To Be White -- the poetry of introspection into white privilege and Knoll's work to live more fully in a multicultural world. How I Learned To Be White received the Gold Prize for Poetry Book Category for Motivational Poetry in the Human Relations Indie Book Prize for 2018. Website: triciaknoll.com