Floating Horses

The breakers spit onto the shore

The sky hangs in gentle melancholy

As the breeze stings my cheeks,

lifts up my hair,

I feel my soul

gallop.

———

Yet, my back, it aches for the hands on my shoulders

are hope

and the stories of my ancestors

are dreams

But she runs.

———

Leaps over hurdles

and rolls into a float.

———

Yet, my ankles are tied backward

into submission, as all humans

But she runs.

———

The tide whispers a baseline

A stranger hums a tune

and I sense the vibrations like water pouring over me

from head to toe.

———

The harmony of the two

The harmony of the sky, the sea, the air

unify.

And she runs.

———

She runs.

She floats.

I give this horse permission.

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I wrote this at a time when a myriad of inspiration was filtering through me; I was inspired by the song "Horses In My Dreams", the novel "Frenchman's Creek", and my own emotions at the time.

I have an analytical article about "Horses In My Dreams" and the songwriter, PJ Harvey, if you would like to know how I interpreted this great piece of inspiration!