Out Riding
I have seen,
Time and time again, our rise and fall
But not what passes between.
However, my reflection stays the same.
As I ride through the brush and green mesquite
Late in the evening.
And while the sun goes,
Spilling the sights, and casting shadows far in their elongated flight
Jetting towards the night
High above and below alike,
another day is reclaimed by the west.
And, within that balance struck
from up on a horses back
lies behind the creaking tack
a way, past the minutia.
A place, where nights and days fade
for the fluid movements between them.
And so, begins a subtle breeze
I hadn't noticed it before it had already past me
As if a response to the sun-day's sending
gleaming rings like tangerine
And facing the applause I pause to watch
the wind run fingers through the hairlike grass
A tender act, quite loving in fact
As if this moment they share
along with a deep sadness to part.
However, they must know that the spring cannot begin
without either of them both
and so the grass and wind promise to unite again
when the time is right.
No fear of the night
and heedless of their most distant dreams
Deepest sleeps
or even faced with the stark differences their lives have seen
To find each-other, no matter the cold
and never let go
of knowing high hopes can lead
to things far larger than them both.
-And perhaps someday
So will I.
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