• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 02
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Horse Whisperer

It’s the silence that brings your presence to me.
We could start up a conversation
talk about your shadows
being trapped in movement without sound.
I picture language as shapes that pass between us
hear breathing in place of our exchange.
What words we could speak.
As it is we found communication
meeting in a language we both know
a poetic safety that surpasses our everyday
gives you back to me –
a linguistic hinterland.
When you were born
you cried and laughed
and I wondered how much sound
could be carried in something so small.
Now we have become horse whisperers
each holding special powers
that calm, that reach through bone and flesh
resonating at heart frequency
what doesn’t need to be said.