Unicorns
They never present themselves.
They never strut.
They wouldn’t allow us to see if
they did.
I have seen them paw at still waters.
In this they are very much like horses.
But with more reverence,
As if they were thanking the planet.
They never bolt off in a sudden
gallop
the way horses sometimes will.
Rather, they begin with a slow
walk
Then change to a light trot
That builds to a canter
And finally they’re
off at full gallop
And the mane… At full gallop, the mane,
Larger, fuller more beautiful than any horses
Could ever be, blows in the wind.
The pearlescent striations of the spiraled
horn
Prism the sunlight Like the finger of God
Pushing the darkness from the void.
