HORSES AT THE EDGE OF THE SEA
The horizon is far away, a sullen
Fog, a brooding and endless grey,
Begrudging the evening light,
Holding it for minutes then allowing
A spot of sun, red light on waves. It dapples
The hides of the horses, then quickly
Excuses itself and wanders up to the sand cliffs and gets lost
In the canyon leading to the water.
There is a stillness to all this.
The sound of air in and out
Of horse nostrils. A shiver
Across the back, small pawing
On the sand.
Somewhere a bird knows something
About all of this and makes its special noise.
Eyes roll toward the sound then back
To the edge of the water.
The horses are seemingly doing nothing.
They have come down here for the evening, as
We do, without expectations or purpose
Beyond just being there at that moment.
We watch them grow darker in the fading
Light until they are shadow forms against
A sea moving back and forth on the edge.
Now there is land. Now there is water.
Now there is light. Now there are horses.
Now there is nothing to see.