The White Horse

Further from the grapevines was the yellow field

there, under the eucalyptus, an all-white horse,

in its sealed snow whiteness, was gazing faraway

at something white, needed, invisible. The shadow

of the horse seemed light-blue on the sunburn grass,

so much so, that the voices of the harvesters took

a light-blue hue with golden stigmata.

Next year, in the summer, in the same spot, as

they dug to create a water well they discovered

three same statues all white like that horse which

vanished one night.