July 15, 2000 10:31 a.m. pdt
The colt awakens, barely realizing the situation
The bright cold light, the licks of his mother,
A feeling of comfort amidst the hesitation.
He knows what he has known, and that is nothing.
He learns minute by minute, acheiving fruition,
Acheiving understanding, and perseverence,
He wobbles a bit, and steadies himself.
It takes forever, given his memory, to stand up.
He hasn't had to do anything this difficult yet.
His branchlike legs quiver, then buckle.
He hears the neighs of his mother urging him on.
Again, it seems like an eternity, he begins.
This is the culmination of existence.
The minutes, which drag like hours or days,
Tick on in unimaginable pain.
Mother's eyes are steadfast.
She nudges his slick side, giving him help,
But it is not quite the help he feels he needs.
In but a few moments of life, he knows this is the answer
To every mystery inherent in this existence.
He knows he will succeed, even though it takes
All the will he can summon.
The legs aright again, and the knees knock to the center.
Mother's eyes are wide, and she neighs with glee.
The colt pushes up on his spindly foundation,
And stands.
In a few minutes he gallops across the field.
He is alive, and free of his restraint.
He understands everything now.
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