Nina Akamu's Leonardo da Vinci's Horse
There is to the horse a density of power,
a concentrated capability to invoke dreaming.

I stand in the dirt corral this evening, one arm draped around Toby's withers, head resting on his dusty coat, drinking in the musky warmth of the draft horse, the way the light reflects off of the liquid eye that rests upon me like a goose down comforter in brisk weather, when you are still sleeping with the windows wide open.

The autumn breeze mixes up our souls. We watch the sun burn down below the mesa in companionable silence.