Photo Pavel Anoshin

HORSE SENSE

Something you learn

From New England

Grandmothers

Nowhere else

Amid the chaos of youth

Tearing at me from all sides

Was a voice

Not the first

Nor the loudest

Or most demanding

When all had settled

A piece of wisdom

Here and there

Just enough to expose

The wrongs

Reinforce the rights

A reservoir fills slowly

Then remains a body at rest

A scale in a different form

There is a balance

In everything if you know

Where to look

She gave me little pieces

Of life’s map

The one with

Truth on the front

When it folds up neatly

Each piece just

Where needed

And when

I often stop and think

What would she say

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