They live with us now, hooves half in their own history and half in ours, so closely inbred that our insecurities show in each other's eyes. So close that we tell each other's secrets with blunt honesty but pretend to not hear, just like family. Some horses show a bold compassion that humbles the human heart, while some bipeds manage to lift their shoulders and canter out, momentarily free of their personal gravity. Most of us walk the middle path, carrying the burden of our dreams, with hope whittled down to fit a smaller space. Quieted to cause less spook or bolt; cramped into a tiny corner of a small barn. Why would we reduce horses to our own image, when we could recreate ourselves in theirs?
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.)