I visited where horses were spoken to gently in long grass.
I have been where spears were driven in before cheering crowds.

I’ve been raised in a land where there are guns, missiles, armies, cries for war.
I’ve been told of a preacher who died in hopes of ending such things.

Fear, aggression, defensiveness, knives, dread ‘necessity’…
these and wrathful rhetoric have lost the way.

I have seen a young woman ride without a saddle
and they were undisturbed by gnats at the water’s edge.