Sunday, June 15, 2025

Father's Day at the Stables

The horse needs a daddy too,
Someone to admire his gait
And validate how much he tries
To canter in this world
So jagged and so bright.

He runs to me
As if I didn't even own him
And associates every gift
Of grain as from my hand
And wants me to play with him,

The one thing fathers cannot do,
With the roles they must assume,
Defender with swords and lies
Of an implicate order that
Denies compassion 

As the devil's fork, 
For one must turn 
Love away
Before the not love
So that the foal can learn.

The horse accepts my strokes
As love before the groom
And stamp and snort
And the digging in of hooves,
In this case not to do 

What the human wills
Although he got what he wanted
Mostly, to gallop the sillies out,
Do his bronco buck routine
To the saddle before riding

But it's the horse case 
Scenario now, 
In which you cannot 
Break his heart
And stay his friend.

Electricity from the sun
Ignites my crystal,
Warms my heart with stillness
As the horse moves his white hooves
Kicking up sun dust

But there's too much wisdom
In the hills this afternoon,
The horse is fiesty 
And unwilling to make 
The mountain come to him.

The violet flame crowns the peaks
With mist. There is nothing
Between the sky and ground
Anymore. I walk
Even though I never have before.