• Horses

    Remind me--
    When was the last time
    That I broke a nutshell?
    What belongs within
    Is taken away
    Gentling contains it
    Harshness steals it
    A jewel is
    Precious
    That which we hold dear
    Can be more precious
    Those who seek
    With greed
    Ruin the purity of simplicity
    Owls fly silently
    Through your empty barn
    Just as thoughts and emotions
    Float softly through your empty soul
    Still young and unnourished
    Satisfy your hunger
    Thoughts, dreams, wishes gallop
    Nearly unnoticed
    Through your life--just like
    The horses your family sold.
    Remind me--
    When was the last time that I
    Stole an apple
    From the tree in the orchard yard?
    A rule is made to be
    Broken
    So they say, but
    Acts of kindness
    Are difficult, while acts
    Of indifference are easy.
    You still polish your saddle
    Your family still keeps barn cats
    Your barn has not fallen
    Into despair.
    Though your soul
    May be empty
    It may not be beyond your reach
    Just like the horses
    That gallop in your dreams.