08/16/2025
What is it all for?
The horse comes, angry and hurting. I hear that- the world is dark. Evenings of fireflies, Nights of cool summer air,
The companionship of other horses, a place where the jigsaw piece fits
The skin softens. The eyes relax, and the breath comes
But they go home, as they must
The pasture absorbs their life, their hoof prints live by the creek still, watercress and mint growing from its muddy outline
I like to think their energy created lives on in the dirt, absorbed through the grass for the next horse in trouble, telling tales of air, of respite, of softening
What is it for? The horse goes on, the world is still dark. It takes not just a desire but a fortress, a backbone of steel to resist the tide and opinion of friends looking down their nose. It takes the courage of a warrior to move through a world deeply troubled, to protect the fragile beauty of the balance in life.
To change it, one must jump in head first without being pulled under by its tides. You have to look misery in the eye, to see true suffering, and to know that in the short term, it is out of your hands-
What is it for? In the cosmic sense, in another space and time, in the long term, it is done, and everything is fine.
Photo by Jasmine cope
