Collection: Jacqueline Moulton - All the Gods Have Horses

An installation piece by Jacqueline Moulton:

ALL THE GODS HAVE HORSES 

a suicide hotline

a waiting room 

All the Gods Have Horses is something a therapist said to me once—I think—I only remember it in a fever dream type of way. I do not know what it means. I wait on the meaning to arrive. Life is made in the waiting. Welcome to the jealous, anxious, palpitating heart. Come on in and sit. Right now, I am waiting on a text back, on the antidepressant to kick in, on the hip to heal, on the job interview to be set up. All the Gods Have Horses, but all I have is crushing dread, despair, a low credit score, and low self esteem. Sometimes the grass just really is greener than green over that high fence in an unreachable patch of richness just right next door. I watch all the Gods barbecuing next door—meanwhile, I almost die of loneliness. 

Meanwhile, we survive. Maybe that’s what the therapist meant. All the Gods Have Horses, but all we have is what remains after the dust settles. Poetry is the music playing while we sit in the great waiting room of life. We are choosing each day to be alive. It’s easy to forget the magnitude of this. The birds wake up and chirp to say I am still here. They chirp back to say me too—a survival guide, a suicide hotline of sorts. Poetry performs much this same call and response. I am trying to say I am still here. I am waiting to hear you say, me too. So together we wait and we wait, together.