You said you would
love me forever
and I noticed my body responding
as if to a threat
and when I listened to this fear
I saw a beautiful stallion
with liquid brown eyes
and deep passion
and me every day with the rake,
the buckets and hoses,
tied to my tending,
trying to produce apples
and sugar
and that is an old story
that may not even be my own
because lately I have been nuzzling
under snow, looking for food,
running more freely in the cold,
noticing sunrise the way a horse does,
with no labels
and just a sensation of changing light
in a place with no fences
but known to me,
with plenty of room for a wild one.