The Gift

with Cess

· feelings,horses,relationships,wild horses,touch

My body held the pain of every Kosciusko brumby I’d met

My eyes were seeking something. There was nothing to find

Emptiness stretched

Waterholes long gone

Steel gates

Foul water

Tight chutes

Acrid smells

Wooden rails, too high

Insides freeze

Spirits now shards

I don’t fold

Hard voices

I move to avoid

Cattle crush that crushes

Forced hands that push

I keep myself inside

Iron brands that mark me yours

Two legs and two eyes always on

Never beside

I keep my unborn foal

Ripped from my mountain herd

Shuttled

Terror strung up inside

No where to land

Blocked

I keep closed

Whips to drive me

Voices to fail me

Ropes to pull me over

Treats to bribe me

All exits gone

I am here

But I am not yours

Not available

I make myself

Not available

A lady watched me one day

Rope dragging from my neck

Through dirt and broken families

Through tangled fur, urine and stinking manure

Hard against my pot belly

With foal tucked deep

Through the detritus of being captive

You see me

Four rails

Four walls

Four months

I am captive

My essence held down tight

I make myself

Not available

And it was that lady

That I come to now

For 18 months she has

Watched me

Moved me

Met me

Left me

Waited with me

Given heart and hearth

Given something

I didn’t understand

Today I watched her

I met her

I asked her

I waited on her

I gave her something I do understand

Felt particles

In the

Touch I freely sought

Our insides met

One little moment of each other

My eyes freely open

Inviting

I take her in

Thank you lady

I seek what’s here in this moment

Every direction is available

I show you one day