What if the ways through are also whole places? What if the ferrymen are also men,
with shoes under their beds and a changing assortment of teas in their cabinet? What if the horse moves around when you're off her?
What if my want is her own creature, her own landscape - My Want?
When she reaches for things she reaches with her hands and they are particular, they open in the way they open, she lures things with a dance that is her dance. I watch what she draws in, but what if I could turn and watch her move?
Could that feel like fulfillment? A kind satiety, full of potential?
I want to try
to give her my attention; know her - love her, maybe
for what she is.
Would she like that? Could I do it?
Let's find out.