POV of a sheep being airlifted to a different field

Greenness is infinite and sustains and is therefore God.

This consideration—and the endlessness of the horizontal plane—

have so far been my areas of scholarship.

But now this greater verticality is exposing flaws in my theology.

A new God of many shades and shapes stretches out below me.

The infinite nature of Greenness is become fragmented.

This is like hearing your lamb bleat from the middle

                of an empty field.

This is taking a clump of Greenness into your mouth

and finding stinging nettles with your tongue.

My life has had little cause or time for fear

we run from Man not because we are afraid

                but because we are sheep.

I had previously only interrogated verticality

when the Man held me long-ways to remove my coat.

In those moments, I was exposed to new philosophies.

Perhaps to another creature, God appears to be blue.

Molly Crighton is a writer living and working in Ōtepoti Dunedin. She works as a Library Assistant at Ōtākou Whakaihu Waka, and studies towards a Master’s in Information Science at Te Herenga Waka.