when I got
up I slipped
into my jeans
pulled on my boots
and grabbed an apple for
each pocket in my jean jacket.
You watch as I drive up then
immediately start to ignore.
I climb the fence,
sit and take an apple
and start to toss it.
As a sentinel on guard nothing
Beauty in motion you come but then saunter your way closer.
You handsomely muscled beast,
this used to infuriate me
now I simply take a bite from the apple.
I have your attention,,,ahh come to me my charmer…
I take you to the stable and brush the muck and mire from your wooly coat,
then we start through the meadows.
The affection of the sun,
the beauty of the sky,
the fragrance of grass,
I know where we’ll end up but indifferent how we get there so
you take the lead through the fields into the woods.
I watch because you are not above
trying to scrape me off on a tree.
We leave the woods and full out tear up the hill.
The thunder of your hooves, the sound of
your breath, the chunks of earth flying, can it get any better.
The jet thinks he will win this race but he doesn’t know you.
Both of us out of breath we slow. You so proud and arrogant,
the spirit of your mother alive and well.
At the stable I wipe you down and brush you. I love this time with you.
With your head you push me and I reach into my pocket
and produce the other apple. As I work in the stable and outside
you stay at my shoulder.
Tomorrow I will not be able to lift my tea pot,
tomorrow I will wince as I climb the stairs,
but today I smell like horses and leather,
the best perfume never made.