First light
The spider web between two fence posts catching the first light.
The horse's ear turning before you hear what it heard.
The first shadow of the day — yours — long and thin on the dirt.
The smell of wet earth before the heat takes it.
The reins in your hands. Two intentions finding the same direction.
The rhythm of the saddle deciding your breathing for you.
This is what attention feels like when nothing is competing for it.
Find a horse. Find a dawn.
