I no longer notice the pasture fence.
The morning sun illuminates the white horse.
The breeze carries song snippets.
A hollyhock bloom chewed and swallowed
provides strange clarity.
My body’s edges fail to retain definition.
Fragments of reprieve.
A broken butterfly on the ground.
One wing perfect.
Clear sky shudders its lack of rain.
A muted promise.
A dry expressionless blue.
The white horse takes a carrot from my hand.
Relaxed meditative inertia.
A second carrot. No sticks.
Beyond the sky. Invisible.
Planets spin their courses and trajectories.
Sunna’s hold on them unbreakable.
copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney