Guinness taught me how to fly,
From walk to trot to take off
He knew his job
No matter where my feet were in the stirrups
Or how much I fumbled with the reins,
He lifted me into the sky.
And then I felt the rhythm
And sank into my heels and spread my wings
And we were two spirits alive with each other
One heart together.
I was breathless
Not from exhaustion but exhilaration, pure joy.
I WAS joy
With my mustang boy
Who nibbled at me in waiting
To tell me that he was a good soul.
I hope I live many more days
To fly this way
In powerful rhythmic breath, only present to the moment
Which is pure delight.
Only knowing that, over and over and over again.
