spring

New foals dot the landscape

as I make my way home from Bend.

Something in my heart stirs,

remembering.

What is it about horses and men

that gets in a girl’s blood,

under her skin,

and lingers forever in her heart?

Memories of sweet breath,

softly stirring,

velvet against skin.

Quiet strength

just beneath the surface,

muscles rippling,

almost understanding,

poised to wheel and run

if movement comes too fast.

Content to share space,

comfort lost if held too tightly.

Heartbeats joined,

moving together,

flowing with the other.

Neither acting nor reacting.

Not controlling but being,

coexisting,

experiencing the wind and sun as one.