Note to Parmenides
One day the sun was shining
and I rode my father’s white horse
across the wide summer pasture.
It must be that maidens of the sun guided me
for when I rode to the round wooden water tank
just before the mare’s muzzle rippled the surface
I felt the perfection of still water
settle into my belly
and for a moment
Then I listened as each swallow
passed down her long gullet.
When the water stilled again
we turned to leave.