Nothing was changed, really.
The long placid pasture sprawled in the sun.
Horses studded the far slope,
heads down, cropping the wasted offering of autumn time,
all still in the moments of my passing.
A tableau in the periphery on all those other days,
but yesterday I turned and looked far, saw more.
Yesterday I came to my senses.
In those long moments,
I was a lover of horses.
Richard Carl Subber is a freelance editor, a writing coach, and a historian. His first book, Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 new poems, is for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle), or free in Kindle Unlimited. Rick’s poetry also has been accepted for publication in The Aurorean, The Australia Times Poetry, miller’s pond, The RavensPerch, Northern Stars, Creative Inspirations, and elsewhere. His website is: http://richardsubber.com/