The Legs of a Horse
MAY 22, 2025
My great grandmother is buried in Oklahoma
But my blood is different from her’s,
And my ancestors remind me that We are the same tribe.
I had a dream that I was old and there was another tear in my skirt
And that I had the legs of a horse and the soul of a mountain.
I remembered the eloquence and all our sonnets
Those in my head, in my hand
I held it, and I said ‘let me be your body’
This must have been where I got the legs of a horse.
I ran out of that place, very fast, faster than the legs I wore could bear
And I found her, floating around.
She said to me ‘I see your halo when you sleep; as I breathe, so do you’
We keep each other alive, don’t you think? I said to her, maybe aloud
Where all the world could hear me
And then she said ‘no darling, I live through you.’ 