Three Horses


Drink Water at the
Riverbank

            One white,                                                 They drink at their own pace, some up
                        one red,                                          Some down
                                    one black
Three horses are drinking at the riverbank                                     Sometimes their heads reach the river
                                                                                                        At the same time

                                                                                                As if a river were flowing
                                                                                                Out of their mouths




As their minds flow from the river source
Still innocent,                         undisturbed
                                 clear,
                        The sun is setting slowly
                        A man watches,without blinking
                                How a river disappears into the night

                        Held in the mouths of three horses