Old Horse Dreaming
Runs wild in dreams
I noticed the old horse and stopped along the road
He came to the fence when he saw me, breathing whispers in the cold
As he neared, he stumbled in the mud,
Knees buckling, then righting themselves.
Does he dream of roaming free, running through fields,
Lungs full of the scent of wildflowers, splashing through creeks,
Sunrise at his back?
Sketch of a sculpture
Marble Head of a Horse, Greek (Attic), 2nd half of the 6th Century, BCE
Sketch 032: Marble Head of a Horse, Metropolitan Museum of Art, Bequest of Walter C. Baker, 1971
Some recent traffic on my country road. I could hear the clip-clop of the horses’ hooves long before they came into view, giving me plenty of time to grab my camera and get situated.