Pony With Blue Eyes, The

The Pony With Blue Eyes

I passed-by and saw the pallor the heavy face
and realized the precision with which I operate
excludes the recognition of your small
and delicate pain.
Living life in effigy you make no outcry
no protest no contribution.

I moved across the earth
where the air reverberates with your stillness-
and blue eyes conjured from the sky
dilate as I near
Today I see you here alone
a familiar creature
lost in what ponies think about.

Watching you I brood about myself
as we stand apart-- at your demand-
two living things wishing
to be touched by the other.

Evening comes upon us and
the shadows of cedars
finger your matted coat
urging you towards me.
I liken myself to you:
a blue-eyed pony and a blunted man.

Time always passes I'll see
your grain will grow and die you'll see
and the confusion between us will wear away
as I come to you
and then
come to you again.