After the feast last night
I scarcely slept—
Wondering at all that love
Awaiting me. Only that one—
I prayed for his love, too.
Long before light I went out softly.
The sheep were huddled quiet against the stars,
Sheltering the lambs, and I recalled
Skills learned in boyhood—how to make a gate
And build a wall.
I led them out in the half-dark
To a remembered distant pasture
High in the rocks, and while they grazed
I watched. But even before the sun had risen,
I saw him coming—my elder brother.
