Once a proud horse galloping across waving grasses
deepest green turned blue
the sun warming and nourishing her senses
she belonged among the warm winds and soft rains.
Her home was free.
Her whole being was boundless.
She found herself swept in the flood
as the blue burnished darker and
grass turned into tangling seaweed.
Her whole being was bound, yet
she learned to pivot and twist.
The tides caressed warm waves around her
and she became a seahorse.
Proud now with a majesty born of forced then determined transformation,
she glides through the water’s depths.