Today, a mare stands in front of me. A magic one, with the wide eyes and impatient energy of youth. The tall pony reminded me of myself after I was burned; this one reminds me of myself before that. I can smell her on this little one.
A very long time ago, as a sapling with only a few leaves, I wondered what it would be like to need someone. Looking back, it seems that I had needed someone, and she needed me. I was catharsis for her, and she for me. We did not speak, but we shared much. More than I knew.
And now I see this filly – this sapling the color of lavenders and indigo – standing at my threshold and looking up at me.
As old as I am, I have lacked foresight. This filly steps inside me and I hear her gasp.
As large as I am, I have lacked scope. Books fly off my shelves, and I am filled with a warmth I have not felt since the tall pony burned like the sun inside of me. I am a place for her. She needs me, and I understand now that I have always needed someone.
As wise as I like to think I am, I have lacked joy.
I feel her hooves dance.