I am but a speck.
From the eye of hawk, barely a blip. (still I don’t mind that you stalk!)
And what a welcome, in the eye of this horse.
You know me? Have you waited long?
But what is long when I am finally home!
…a serpent of Medusa hair dews slithers your belly…
and a spine runs your bare back.
You are feminine,
and you are manly… low and high… yin with a yang, straight with curves.
You are trees and grass, birds and bees, wind and rain, stone and fire…
from a Kansas coda.
You are heart, you are soul, you are Mother, and palate for Father.
You are 7 directions curious… and I,
In the eye of this horse…