A Painting Of Five Horses
by A.M. Stockhill
There was shuffling and thudding
of hooves, like horses do, when they’re
on the verge of going somewhere.
There’s often some indecision,
but eventually, they make their way.
They know wild.
Some evenings they talk about ghostly winds,
air of different colors, the flavors of clouds,
and other puzzling phenomena.
It’s the stuff of Scientific American
and Harper’s that decorates their canvas.
Their heads rose high when they heard
Vaughn Monroe’s version of
Ghost Riders in the Sky.
A couple of them snorted;
the others shook their heads;
they kicked up some dirt
and shifted their bodies.
They think the Burl Ives version is better.
Today they have been pondering
the grassland’s question of whether
they were of time or simply beyond belief.
There was some tail swishing and head bobbing;
their soft noses lifted to the fragrances
of wet grasslands and their eyes to the
astonishing monsoon sky.
They all nodded.
We are who we are and then some.
From: Dreams, Memories, &
Leaps Into The Wilderness
Unpub. MS p. 9
For more information about this artist:
https://amstockhill.com/about/
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