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