I am Ox.

Much has been written about me.

Dramatic battles that stand proof of my unruly nature.

It is said I was sought, found, won, and lost.

Perhaps.

What Ox is needed when there is only seeking, finding, winning, and losing?

And yet again, perhaps

there is truly that creature – so I am told –

that can only meet by moving towards or away

– or stand confused.

But I am Ox

and I only know oxish things

like eating, sleeping, voiding, and sighing deeply in contentment of being Ox.