Again the score diverges here. I can either place my hands on the ground in front of me, reaching as far as possible before I settle my weight into my hands and finally fold into lying into with my weight resting onto one elbow.

Or I can remain in that poised pike position, listening to the rhythm of pulling grass and chewing. With my next action I try to match that grazing and chewing pace. I pull up a handful of grass up and toss it, first randomly, then with slight intention towards the horse. A horse can feel a fly on his back. So the tossed grass elicits an attentive response. I time my pull and toss to the horse's pull and rhythmic chewing.

Now he is listening to me. I can shift the rhythmic pressure from tossed grass to a rhythmic flicking of the hands. Or arms. How and where the horse moves his feet, I mirror the motion. Exactly. Matching center of gravity. Matching weight, matching speed, matching the flow of the muscles as they contract and release.

He moves forward. I match his legs. Right for right. Left for left. If the movement continues I continue.

Usually at this juncture there is a pause, a checking in. He begins to follow me, sponging off my sense of time and flow.