Breathe Free

It’s been too long
Since I’ve had
A pony
Under my butt
Her mane blowing
In the wind
Tail streaming like a banner.

I miss saddle leather squeaking
Reins slapping
Cool rain in my face.
The clomping of
Hard hooves against
The earth
Open land stretching before me.

If you’ve never known
The muscle
The withers of a horse
You’ve missed
A mystery in motion
A union
Of beauty and brawn.

When a man sits a saddle
He’s at peace within himself.
Talking to his pony
With the nudge
Of a knee
He knows what it is
To breathe free.