Sister

My sister and I rode through fields on horses. My horse grew wild and raced on and on until I grew so scared that I jumped off. It continued to gallop away with my sister following. As the horse leapt on to a wheelbarrow my sister dropped to the ground and began to roll and stretch her leg, from the knee, slowly reaching into the air. My horse responded, mirroring my sister’s movement qualities, lying down, becoming still.

J. Lay