by Zinta Aistars
There you lie in the cool shadows, long velvet ears folded back—so very still, so very still.
At peace with the rumblings of the Earth.
At peace with the ravenous Wolves.
At peace with the durable Tortoise.
At peace with the terrors of Man.
At peace with the enticements of Clover.
At peace with the dangling of Carrots.
In stillness, sunlight dapples warm across the silken curve of your back.
In stillness, you hold within you—Earth, Wolf, Tortoise, Man, Clover, Carrot.
In stillness, only your tender nose twitches, attentive to All, missing Nothing.