Your name is Anzac.
Your eyes are liquid. I swim in them finding new depths each day.
While the young, muscled farrier worked, your gentle gaze I sought discreetly.
You were one of many horses, and yet, you were the only one.
I saw myself in your amber eyes. The way you saw me.
In that inscrutable moment,
How did you know?
I had never touched a horse
until you touched me.
a dawn bird