Candled horses run across the dining table
I cannot take a bite before them
I cannot ride their passion
One child pulls herself onto my knee
The other is wrapping my arms to my sides with a scarf
If I can’t be a bird neither can you
he laughs, and the first child cries
For each life there is another you can’t have
It could have been better
I could have been generous
When the horses are gone and everyone’s fed
the unflown life comes
flying
I fall madly in love with mine