Take one more ride in the cool grey morning
before the sun gives chase
to the setting moon
on a willing horse
barely above a whisper
say, ‘Go’
and muscles coil, stretch low
and take the earth in voracious strides
Hoofbeat, heartbeat, windbeat,
mane stung, tear stung eyes
and the smell of broken leaf, churned earth
sweat lathered, dew slathered.
The still and trembling morning
Breathes in silence, in awe
that two souls are in powerful alliance
for one more ride.