I've seen videos of horses long legged, just born, shuddering & steaming, fighting just to stand too soon. A life of running, a strength of body, a rippling brown energy they don't yet know. This video, an interior shot, loose hay & metal buckets, a kind of everystall. Everyhorse reborn & unshod. For now. I watch, the image handheld, the camera handheld. Held in suspense through the inevitable slips & corrections, hooves clean & unsure. For now. The newborn saddled only with expectations. No hands steady the slow progress, no mare's nuzzle in frame. A foal alone. Eyes wide. Such a drama to rise, still wild, still free. Then still. wild. still. free. I've never seen youtube's part two. The gelding & tagging, the shots & shodding. The saddle cinched, cold steel along the tongue, head gear, iron, leather, & a name. Be careful who watches you take to your feet. Be careful who tames you & calls you by name. cuidado: Spanish for "care" "attention". Sometimes used on its own to mean, "Be careful."
I’ve been keeping notebooks only for a couple of years, almost never sharing my work. Maybe both parts of that are a surprise to some — how new I am to personal writing, how rare it is that I share it.
Some friends online encouraged me to write & post for the month of March 2022. I’m gonna try to post every day. My sincerest gratitude to these friends, friends I’ve never met in person. Here goes somethin’.
1: compositions produced in the artist’s or author’s youth
2: artistic or literary compositions suited to or designed for the young