2006
A Dancing Mare
Vaughn L. Brown
Stroking the soft brown muzzle,
Gazing over her head,
The arena pitch black.
Picking up the rope in my right hand,
Asking her to move gracefully around me;
Waltzing together.
Maintaining a comfortable space between us,
She trusting in me and I in her,
Ballaying on the ground.
Oh such understanding; such communication.
Oh how I wish the world the same;
Dancing with peace in our hearts.
She turned and headed toward me,
Gently winding the rope up; encouraging her approach.
We met in the centre,
Stopping with gentle signals...
Oh, the grace of language,
So settle and kind; always improving,
Always growing and breaking barriers!
I rubbed her head,
Sensing the energy settle in her.
Her ears softened, her eyes half closing...
My mare knew that medicine of love;
Love and guidance.
She licked my hand,
Her expression calm; her touch gentle.
What solitude we share,
Oh, life is with my mare
And she
With me. |