Sister (A Tritina)

As I grew up you were hardly ever there. I was lost in my own childhood’s Now, all I wanted was to ride wild horses. You were grown and gone away to other horses, helping problem kids, the kind who never cared for living creatures, find their Now stroking a mare’s soft muzzle. And now, too late, of course, I remember horses were what you truly loved, would love forever. Wherever you are now, there must be horses.