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.
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.