As I heave from the womb    all wet and weak, I am! As I lurch upright    on shaky legs, I am! As I roam with ma mère,    learn at her side, I am! As I rise through the herd    and claim my space, I am! As I graze with my mate    my eye alert, I am! As you watch me now    your mouth agape, I am! Stalked I would be    by the death of the past buoyed I would be    by the hope of the future were it not that the present    claims my being. And so I celebrate being,    being as I am, being at one with the earth,    being always now. Andrew-Glyn Smail Being  See also: - In The Moment - Horses and Humans Blog