Sport 33: Spring 2005
our lost intimacy with horses
our lost intimacy with horses
where we live now
disconnected
from creatures
into a metal world
we things of thinness
too close to the ground
to spin and leap in bloods
some ghost
shadow flicker-run
like films on cave walls
fat-shined dapple moves
like shades
everyday horses
are strange to us, and lost
as hidden nerves
buried leaps
all the underneath
ticking of the world
horses tell us
when to be afraid