Could I but glimpse through the eyes of a horse
Breathe through his, her nose, to smell as strongly as they!
Any horse, even old Cobweb, with his rather poor sense of smell –
Just for a moment, to hear what they can hear…
Swivel my ears around like that – like eyes towards the sound I
Follow a mouse as it scurries across the stable behind me.
To chew sweet meadow herbs in the cool dew
But O to feel the things they feel
The hair – the skin,
To feel the fly and know it is not a horse-fly.
The muscle, the beating heart. To feel! Move as a horse!
The effort as my shoulders lift me up over the jump.
The rider bumps my back as I trot…
Ah, but most of all to know what things they think.
Could I be a horse, just for a day?
I should learn more in each moment than man can teach me in a lifetime.