smell it

i mean really smell it

not just a sniffy whiff

smell it

vulnerably open

sea misted

seed-ready soil

smell it

fill your soul-soil

with oxytocin

this holy hormone bonding lovers

bonding new mothers and babes

really

a farmer helplessly cries

as a new mom cow hoards her milk

the vet is called

the oxytocin shot is given

miracle of miracles

the newborn calf latches on

with wavey flag-tail rejoicing

now is the time

for our shot of oxytocin

smell our mother

open hearts to the sacred hormone

let the milk of human kindness flow

yes

like anne palmer did

                                                                      Dona Palmer 8/23/21

*My dear sister-in-law: July 21, 1959-Juy 5, 2020