The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 6/9/08

[BlueIris]

"Horse, Again"

Strict in the idea of knowing where you head
I walk a certain direction. What
To call this symmetry, for I too diminish

When you are not to be found. I learn
To be ruthless finding your brown eye
In the thick leaves, your tail no longer

Blending with aspen. To run up against the end
Of the box canyon; I have prayed for
Your surrender like a priest. And this time
I do not want to be about damage, or strategy

Or even debt: I do not want this to be why
You remember. Each standing with the wide open
At our backs. Nothing you can give that I won't
Someday get. I let go the rope; I sit down.

—Sophie Cabot Black

[BlueIris]

1. Kick.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

2. My dear BlueIris...

It's not just about horses, is it?

It's also (or could be) about relationships...

It has so many levels, so many interpretations...

It's a jewel!

Thank you...

:hug:

[BlueIris]

3. Yes, multi-layered for sure. Black is labyrinthine. nt