Her dream
searching for her horse   both fields empty

How bereft her look   bereft
and burdened by question – how hold emptiness?

How endure when mind disrupts instinctual rest
and remorse makes of night a wake?

How wait   . . . for a thought – a twist of thought
too subtle to stir chimes into sound

Out of nothing would it burst forth
sinew flank muscle and mane
leap   flaring its wings in visible air