Give the Lake a Moment to Speak About the Horses

I have a heart. It is full
    of horses. My mother’s
heart, the horses.
    In the lake’s center,
rain breathes down.
    Someone lies bedridden.
Someone’s brother
    goes estranged. For years,
hooves steep in mud,
    a mare’s bent knee.
Closure is the rain
    dripping over blood-lined leaves
above our dream lake. No,
    the water was never blue.
No, don’t catch
    this heart. Sadness, too,
it carries. Which horse
    do you carry?
That’s what you need to know.

Structure

19 lines · 10 stanzas