Stable, At Night

for Dan M.

Golden rectangles,

tablets

on which there is 

written 

light itself.

I am made aware

of the stable,

at night. A silhouette 

still grazes, flicks its tail

at maybe a dragonfly 

past the pond, past 

Queen Anne's Lace

whose umbels

open in anticipation

to be heavy

with rain 

from a storm. I am made aware

when I stop words,

the words. Now as faint

now as indisputable

as the invisible

designs of 

spiderwork.

A silhouette, before a stable

at night. 

On the tablets 

it is written:

X.

Did you, too, believe

that we saw Horse?

John K., 8/11/2009