I saw a miracle once.

A mare gave birth to a baby horse.

A colt, came out of her,

From seemingly

Nowhere.

The mother ate grass

And created milk,

And the colt nursed 

On its mother’s breast,

And it grew.

It grew into a mother, too,

And also gave birth

To a beautiful colt.

There was never any currency passed.

None of the horses paid for the grass

Or the milk,

But each of the mares had the potential 

For creation.

(All they needed was a stallion...)

And the good sense to eat what the earth provided,

To drink the rain that gathered freely in the pond,

And somehow turn the nourishment into “horse,”

And gather themselves and disseminate 

Into the following generation.

How would a nation of horses be?

How would their government proceed

With this amazing magic they perform?

What if we humans could find such a simplistic norm

And follow our basic human nature?

We could probably still make this world a better place

Right in the face of all the complexity,

For, believe it or not, we have the amazing ability to create,

Just like the horses do.

-jenn