The horses were gathered around the tree
Like points on a star
Self-choreographed
Facing the tree trunk as if it was some equine oracle
Dispensing beneficent predictions
Or serving up sugar cubes
Of course I knew it was just the only shade in the field
But they looked like long-maned sages
Giving and receiving philosophical insights
In the shade of a tree instead of a cave
David Trudel © 2013
