Sunday, August 26, 2012
I hear teeth tear at
alfalfa. The horses ravage field after field
to roots & earth.
Cattle egrets forage
near hooves, perambulate spines. Frolicking
heads jerk, long necks twine.
I watch & listen to
hot breath exhaled through nostrils
like doves rowing through air.
the electric wire, one horse idles toward me:
ivory socks & blaze.
distends her torso down & sideways.
I measure leg bones.
She reaches for me
hikes her nose to my outstretched fingers
angles cheek to my palm.
Tendering mare's velvet
she scares me with strength & mass, all
I don't know of horses.
Watching me, repeatedly
she blows —her call, my unschooled response:
Are you saying hello?
I answer her back
while weeding my vegetable rows:
Hola, pregnant caballo
knowing today or tomorrow
the herd will be shifted to some far meadow:
I won't see the birth.