The reins in my right hand and a fist full of mane in the other.
I laugh, and I feel you laugh with me.
Soft denim fabric is the only thing that separates us;
Beneath my legs I feel the ripple of your powerful muscles,
As though they are my own –
The beat of your footfall’s steady like a metronome,
Guiding the tempo of my thoughts.
The wind tugs at our hair like a fitful child;
It whips passed us –
Shouting nonsense in our ears, which we don’t understand.
I sway to the rhythm of your powerful strides;
I’m a vessel rocked in the waves of your sea,
Covered in the salty, foam of your sweat.
Freedom is ours.
Our gaze is forward, looking always towards the future.
Our heartbeats sing together in harmony,
Ever steady –
To the beat of your hooves pounding the earth.
Freedom is ours.
