The whorl beneath a forelock. The velvet comma nostrils. The curve of a neck, the serpentine of a spine. That soft S-shaped swing of a tail, as hooves stride on by. The greeting from an intelligence that encompasses its entire equine body. The arc of a friendship. The swell of affection. The initiation of a spiral that begins as a light caressing curve and ever so gradually comes around in loops smaller and ever smaller, binding tighter and deeper, until there is just one life. A life that circumscribes the Infinite.
(WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo–I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie. I take these photos with my phone, on my farm. And then I write a poem. No psych, definitely not high-tech.)