(In Public Domain)
https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/39901
Oldest Sister – 07/16/21
Night-Shining White
…and as she studied the horse,
Or better, wondered over it,
For, yes, it was a horse,
The form and features and movements were all there,
But something else, she was sure, was composed and embedded within –
Life, spirit, a startling and even majestic eruption of life,
And living, and breathing, and fighting and straining against the restraints,
Against that which tried to hold back, to check
The power and life of this horse,
Whose spirit could never be chained,
Even if the physical, the flesh of muscles,
Fought innately, tirelessly to be away,
To be free,
To speed along with the brilliance of lightning
And the swift wings of the soaring eagle,
On hoofs which were already poised and dancing and ready for flight,
The desire and memory of the overwhelming burst of life
And joy of a gallop straight and sure and one with the wind,
The soul of this animal,
Beating within the heart and animating the spirit of this magnificent beast,
An object of painful beauty,
Waiting for your hands to untether
And your body to climb upon
To become one with the one to whom you now cling
As together you gallop towards the heavens
Shimmering white in the night
Above and upon the horizon to the west…
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