As if you were Seagrass

As if you were Seagrass 

I will sit you
Astride my pony
Make you feel her 
Mighty shoulders working
Mane wind blown
Nostrils flaring
In morning's virgin rays

Her steamy breath flowing back
With the early chill.

Push your boots deep 
Into the stirrups.

Wrap the reins 
About your right hand.

Stand tall in the saddle
Your left hand in a balled fist
Settled into your hip.

Find her rhythm 
Her cadence  
And allow your body
~~as if you were seagrass~~
To undulate with 
The song of her hooves
Upon the sod's dewy sheen. 

Ride!

Ride her
Until every pursuing memory

Stream behind her tread...
Until the joy of the saddle
And the chime of your spurs

Join with the wind in your hair

The beauty of your pony

And the thrill of your fresh

New morning!