Did he want to be invisible? As still as wood, his head holds solitude in the corner. This bay gelding does not have a lightning bolt blaze on his face or tall white stockings that pull my eye. His coat the color of honey in tea, his mane and tail a shade darker. He is elegance in understatement. Close enough to touch, I'm greedy to feel his warmth, to run my fingers though the texture of his mane. But I stand away. His body is not mine. My eye travels the flawless arc of his neck to his ear, fully aware of all that I am, have been, could be. At last to his eye, cautiously on guard. So still, so unmoving and exquisitely profound in his silence, that I exhale my jangling desire to show him courtesy. Let the air hang in peace. I will wait for the acknowledgment that is his to give, not mine to take.
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro
(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.)