By Ben Aitchison
Josiah, my horse, luxurious darkness, caramel rich; the
sparkling starlight of the pupil, slick.
Push against my strength, son, heave rock and wood;
you are the great sea, and you are the boat.
Doff your cap, smirk with glee o’re Baccus’ cup.
Share wine, drink wine, to the health of Gods’ heart.
Watch and know the walking seasons,
attuned to which words your feet type into the Earth’s skin.
Your hands unscarred exist and weave.
Curious watching, of tide, film, sunset, face, self…
Watching the freshness of new experience.
Trusting, or at least being kind to, the judgement in tow;
steady as a gentle black beauty, solid on the sand…
Oh loyal and faithful friend Josiah!
Oh intelligent and understanding Josiah!
Oh caring and considerate Josiah!
Oh dependable and sure Josiah!
Oh loving and accepting Josiah!
Oh fun and laughing Josiah!
May the pride of your father and brother fasten to your
spirit!
May you be inspired to go forth and go forth and go forth
again!
May your imagination be furnished be the endless and
rapturous things to be read!
May your cooking continue to nourish others!
May your boat be steered steady and calm through the waters,
till the end of your dats, good horse, Josiah.
By Ben Aitchison