wild horses...

Wild Horses


have been my companions for ever
knotted manes
dark flickering eyes
I see their breath rise
in the cold air
the steam flow from their flanks
on a hot afternoon
the smell of their sweat
makes my blood tingle.


I am at home
in the nakedness of the horse
I walk in woods
both empty and full
ringing with hoofbeats
to echo my heart
ringing with the cries
of a wild horse in the
far distance
calling me home again


wild horses


Byron Bay, January 16, 2015
Kat Dancer