Across the long diagonal to the west corner of the dry lot, he’s on the far side of the herd, barely moving as he shifts weight from one hoof to the other, his neck stretched long, muzzle to the sandy ground. He pretends to eat what’s not there, so he can watch me softly. He sees as much with his ear as that dark eye. I return the gentle half-glance, indirect yet intimate as a secret breath, feeling my feet shift after his in this walk of stillness. We could not be closer, old friend, as a meadowlark trills from a faded gray fencepost, with nothing to prove.
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
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22 thoughts on “Photo & Poem: Known”
I love this.
There’s nothing to prove! That hit me square between the eyes it did. I could tell it was aimed straight at me. And if it’s not, I’m claiming it anyway. I can go out and tell my horses, tell my world, hey there’s nothing to prove, we can just be ourselves and look after each other and we don’t have to prove how good we are to anybody else any more. We can just be who we are. At last! And I’ve been working so hard on it for so long….! (And in case I forget, – Alzheimers or whatever – I’ve written it on a card and posted it on my fridge. It’s that important.!) Thanks yet again for your wisdom Anna.
Wonderful comment, thanks, Phyllis
Watching, watching, watching. Watching me watching you. They don’t need us emotionally, just for what we have that they can eat, a human they can trust. They can have their backs turned and be picking, 100 metres away or more, pretending they don’t care, but their almost 360 degree vision is watching, detecting movement and checking some inner clock. Do the eyes follow the ears, or vice versa, or both? Beautiful, thanks Anna.
They couldn’t ignore us if they wanted…
Release for them/Freedom for us emerges the instant we stop feeling that we need to prove!
Free as a bird! Thanks, Lynell.
Coming to this so late in life – I guess it couldn’t really be any other way, but dang! If only I had known…
There has to be a trade for the wrinkles.Thanks Susan
Beautiful. Just beautiful.
Thanks, Deb. Best to you and Khrys.
I love the way you express your thoughts in your writing. It’s so calming to me. I want to pass it on to my horses and the people around me.
Horses taught me. Thanks, Susan.
Nothing to prove; that’s it! It’s not riding that gives me wings, it’s connecting with her emotionally. My whole body sighs and my horse responds in kind. Indeed, nothing to prove. No hidden agenda. Now THAT’s a safe place. You have a gift Anna, thank you for sharing it!
Thanks, SueAnn, poetry about calming signals, who knew??
Nice poem. How many times repeated when out in the horse pen.
Breathing does the same thing, thanks, Nancy.
Lovely – as always
How beautiful …