the thing about horses

is a propensity to

scenario-plan for

code red

single-minded certainty that

the behemoth exists

in bark

in plastic bags

in a shadow cast in sand or road or puddle

in falling leaves and kangaroos

flight as mitigation

only ever option a


to be honest I’ve never understood how you coped with war



with that body

shod feet

that even in singular

render most things weaker

in denial of capabilities



you have taught me breath

I conjure quietness




even though these are the last things I ever feel

when I am with you

adorable though you are



All photos copyright Anika Johnstone.




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