Intrequined

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A Magical Connection

Intrequined

The rhythmic beat of the softly treading feet pulse through my body and synchronize with my heart. The never-ending thud of each foot making contact with the ground for only a moment, and then rising up again, so steadfast, so unchanging, and so soothing that it’s hard not no just let yourself go and be overcome with the memorizing sound and motion. Each fall of the foot is a beat of the heart; every lift an intake of breath. They are reliant upon each other. If one falters, so must the other. They are one.

Our minds are one. I feel each muscle working with the force of a wave. And long we go, faster than the wind can fly in a storm. And then I realize that I have wings: that I can fly. For these brief moments, I share my heart and soul with my horse.

But now, a weariness has over come us, and each push of the foot off the ground has become an almost unbearable effort of will and strength, and for a brief second our stride falters, and in those tenths of seconds, time stops, and the world is hung around me on the brittle structure life that holds us together, and I see the bitter sight of reality, and for that brief second I crash into depression. But then even though I was lost, under me I feel the heartening pound of hoof on ground, and I am brought back to the moment.

Now as we walk along, the moon comes out from its hiding, and shines a path of silver for us across the land like the slice of lightening in a cold night sky. And we walk, with out a thought or worry in the world, and only being glad to be.


Submitted: May 19, 2007

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