If Horses Were Wishes

photography by Susa SilvermarieMy spirit sips the pinks
and oh, the purples; my spirit
gets a taste. then gulps the colors.
How can Bougainvillea be so
I halt my walk to drink, and deeply.
Has a morning ever gleamed like this?
Have I never paused
to draw the nourishment?
Lake Chapala gently rocking.
Enlightened Egrets fishing near the shore.
An arrow of Pelicans,
great white wings with coal black tips.
Songs of spring
from Kiskadee and Sparrow.
Two boats, blue, and bobbing.

And there, Something
large and alive in the grasses,
spaced along the edge of the lake—
Four of them.
Standing like wishes
waiting for my
I face each direction slowly,
and wish the world well again.

©Susa Silvermarie 2020

photography by Susa Silvermarie

photography by Susa Silvermarie

One Response to “If Horses Were Wishes

  • Hi Susa, I love this poem! It reminds me of going to the Outer Banks where we saw the wild ponies. Thanks 😊
    Would love to have a video visit with you, or FaceTime, Or even a just talk on the phone.

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