A year as an animal
to be as a horse
is an act of great vigor
breathe deep and with force
the lungs must deliver
a snort is in order
a stomp is commanded
with wings or without
rear up and break wind
the horse of today
has internal combustion
the gas that it spews
as lethal as methane
a very old story
tells of a race
twelve animals vied
to each find their place
why race at all?
there’s some obligation
to venture with gusto
without hesitation
I was riding a snake
then I switched in midstream
to a horse and we swam on
unfazed, quite hypnotic
the snake won the race
unscrupulous, intelligent
secure and at ease
in its water element
the horse was startled
swift and hot-blooded
its composure in contrast
to the ancient long-thinker
the snake is derided
slithering spine
smooth sexual skin
cold and elusive
horses and snakes
have an old enmity
conflicts in stature
and dietary needs
wild horses exist
and those that went feral
beasts of men’s wars
and high-value transport
I rode in a herd
the horse can be social
colts mares and stallions
geldings and foals
fillies and yearlings
lock their knees
for a while
yet still must lay down
protected by others
a rattle spooked pony
galloped away
the pasture
a buffet
sprinkled with hazards
the snake has not left us
man’s oldest friend
undulating motion
through dense vegetation
red light on a face
a draw for attention
scale shell renewed
eyes clouded- released
parasites
imbedded
ticks and mites
molted
all sloughed at once
egg cracked
forward thrust
ride on driver
maintain locomotion
the gait is adjusted
the race carries on
Again, why the race?
what’s the advantage?
why not lay
aggregated
like a snake
in its cavern
let the sun heat the ground
slither out in late morning
everything sleeps
but the river
and wind
we burn leaves at dusk
orange consumed piles
hovering smoke
a cover for actions
the snake won the race
yet the horse takes its place
next year a new story
walk, run,
leap
or pace
Leave a Reply