The animals visit my dreams.
The rabbit says if I freeze
in fear, my fear will find me.
The hawk caws take the long view.
The horse lies down on my body.
Okay, I say. I get it. Horse.
The spider says, weave.
The turtle says, slow.
The mouse says study the details.
But what about the hawkI
I ask. The long view?
The mouse’s whiskers quiver.
The hawk swoops down
for the mouse. The bear growls,
her paws dripping from fishing.
The fish flashes in sun,
bleeding. I lay still, finally.
The horse is heavy,
whispering wait. She stands up,
dips her nose into grass.