This horse covers the ground more quietly
on four hooves than my old feet can manage,
dynamic strides so I stretch to keep up.
Awareness pulses in his ears and nostrils,
that’s character carved in his jaw and if
the sun is setting just right, you can look
into his eye and see the universe lie flat
and small at the left edge of his heart. I’m
only a bit embarrassed to admit that I time
my breath so I can take in his spent exhale.
I’m six times his age. It seems the sharper
his profile, the more mine loses definition.
My cheeks are abraded flat with fruitless
emotion and the prairie wind has turned
my ears to gristle like the old donkey’s.
The corners of my mouth have stretched
from screaming at the moon and my eyelids
have gradually swollen to protect my eyes
from sights that hurt them. Six times his age,
using his breath, trailing safe in his stride.
I like the photograph, too.
He’s a handsome boy; he shows up a lot in my photos… Thank you.
Just lovely and do true of us lucky older gals. But I could have never put it into words. Thanks.
Words are my second favorite thing. Thanks for the nod.
So lovely, so eloquent..I love your blog, I love your photos accompanied by your poetry. Reflections, soul enriching.
Thank you Anna❤️
Thanks, Sharon. I love this blog, too. Thanks for reading along.
Anna, So many of your photo challenges and words leave me with long lasting goosebumps, but this one touched a secret place deep inside that only the horses know about.
That’s how I felt writing it. I mean, my ears, really… (Thanks, Laurie.)
Will tuck this away with hope that it will remind me not to take a second for granted that I am with my horses. And to remember how blessed I am to be here with them.
Thank you
Amen, it amazes me that I am still spellbound with each one I meet. Thanks, Lori
Must never forget how lucky we are just to be around them and in touch with their spirits.
Amen. Thanks, Jan
??? can relate to this…just a little…but then perhaps I am aware…on my way to acceptance…with compassion for Self.
Namaste, with love ?
Thank you, it’s about that compassion.
Good photograph
Thanks!
That’s a hauntingly beautiful poem Anna, and I love your photo of the horse too 🙂
Thank you, I appreciate it. Now, off to your site.
You are most welcome Anna, and ‘Thank You’ for visiting my website, and leaving such nice comments 🙂
Nice click!
Thankyou
You’re welcome. Thanks for dropping by.
“The corners of my mouth have stretched from
screaming at the moon and my eyelids have
gradually swollen to protect my eyes from
sights that hurt them. Six times his age,
using his breath, trailing safe in his stride.”
. . . all of it, but especially the part about the prairie wind (I live on there too) and this ^
. . . using his breath . . . you’ve done it . . . you got it. Exactly. Thank you.
Thank you, my prairie sister. All these years, the words come eventually…
Beautiful!
thank you.
no words <3
Compliment! thanks.
Beautiful! Anna.
Thank you, Michael.