Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota, <br />Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass. <br />And the eyes of those two Indian ponies <br />Darken with kindness. <br />They have come gladly out of the willows <br />To welcome my friend and me. <br />We step over the barbed wire into the pasture <br />Where they have been grazing all day, alone. <br />They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness <br />That we have come. <br />They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other. <br />There is no loneliness like theirs. <br />At home once more, they begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness. <br />I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms, <br />For she has walked over to me <br />And nuzzled my left hand. <br />She is black and white, <br />Her mane falls wild on her forehead, <br />And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear <br />That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist. <br />Suddenly I realize <br />That if I stepped out of my body I would break <br />Into blossom.<br /><br />James Arlington Wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-blessing/
