Anything can take you there –
today it is the clip clop percussion
of horses’ hooves as they strike
bitumen. The sounds ring out
resplendent, a melody the horse
makes from the marriage between
pastern, cannon bones
and ground. Not just the resonant
clang of metal striking metal
but all the grace of gallop
and canter is there embryonic
in the sound and its tattooed rhythm.
The symphony which plays
when horse gathers musculature
and will to thunder across pasture,
to flash equine into the world.