I watched from a distance
Dawn mount bareback
a horse called Moon.
Spine straight, blonde hair flowed,
black mane billowed;platinum and ebony,
resolute, vigilant,
nostrils flared.
If I were a horse,
I'd be you, Moon,
her words rode on the wind.
Moon whinnied,
her fluid gait uninterrupted.
Rider and mount challenged to trust
each other, inner-selves,
their collective power.
leh (photo by Nina Fuller 2010)
