Naarm/Melbourne / Writer
Working and studying from home in Stage 3 lockdown in Australia.
Emilie Collyer writes plays, poetry and other things, and works with other people on their words and projects as well.
I am in a tall building. Outside the window is a black horse. I don't know how to ride horses but I know this horse will be patient with me. I climb out of the window and onto the horse and feel its slippery, sleek body beneath me. I am wobbly but the horse waits for me to find my balance. The horse moves and I am riding. I wonder if it is a male horse or a female horse. I imagine I'd have to get off and look underneath the horse to know the answer to this question. I know it is not that important. We are on an open field, approaching a forest. The horse starts to run and my whole body thrills. I am on a horse and it is running!