Photo & Poem: I Cannot Know

 

We became strangers. I thought I knew her so

well; that place just back from her ears where her

mane flips to the other side. Her slow half-closed

eye resting in speckled shade, head low to the

flank of a gelding. Her outline in moonlight blue at

the night feed, the horse from my childhood dream

in my own barn, as solid as hooves on dirt. But in an

instant, she swung her hind around with a hard snap,

head high, a sudden snort clearing her nostrils as she

dropped the weight of domestication, her hooves sliced

the air, her weightless body wild to instinct. The herd

lifted their heads from hay in metal feeders, ears cocked,

muscles ready for flight, heeding her alert. A scent on

the breeze? Something I cannot know that she cannot

ignore, an emergency message from ancestors warning

of danger and betraying any certainty I had imagined.

…

Anna Blake at Infinity Farm

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