See the place the horse is

being brought up short

out of living its own life.

See the family farm land being shut down

to even a political score.

See the forests where the dogs

should be called off

from beating up foxes.

Pulling over. Talking down.
Knocking over. Dragging the feet.
The Whoa Area where crying wolf to make jaws drop, make others eyes alarmed and weep

is not a brake test, and is not needed.
Inside a different kind

of Whoa Area

is the Pausing –

and then –

thinking and feeling

with genuine empathy

then letting go –

and acting out

what figured out

from being inside that Who Area.

©️ July 2025 Much Love, Deb Poems