Horses

It's quiet around me
and I see you coming through...
the mist of my thoughts...
I can hear the trample of the horses
and the rustle of their manes...
and the rain slowly ...
touching their warm backs.
I can see the steams coming
out of their nostrils...
and the restlessness of their crying eyes
sorrounds me....
and their uneasiness makes me wonder:
"Why are here only horses?
Why did you let them speak?
Why does their neighing make me shiver?
Why can't I understand them?"
There are no horses...There is no You...
...it's just my anxiety and....
...the mist...

2001