Tug of muscle,
Stretch of sinew,
Smooth, silky,
Rugged, strong.
Soft, subtle,
Quiet, electric.
Tender, fierce,
Intelligent.
Synchronicity.
Magic.
When we get it right,
Poetry in motion,
Moving meditation,
Symmetry.
We KNOW one another.
TRUST one another.
UNDERSTAND one another.
Tiny adjustments made by us both
To attempt perfection.
When it works,
A knife through butter,
A sailing boat leaning away from a following wind,
A balanced boat, an eight, slicing through water.
Emotive words set to a beautiful tune,
Resonant, familiar.
We are two, yet we are one.
Sensuous.
Nourishing.
Intoxicating.
…………… BLISS.
Horses
26 Saturday Jan 2013
Posted in non-fiction, poetry
Beautiful. My daughter used to keep horses and this is spot-on. There’s a grace and a beauty when it all goes right.
Thank you! I used to ride competitively. And this is how it felt to me…
Wow! You nailed everything that is wonderful about a horse. I rode a long time ago and miss it. Maybe one day….
It’s wonderful, isn’t it?