San Gabriel Valley Poetry Quarterly

Mina V. Kirby

Running With Horses

 

lean my arms upon the wooden railing
watching two frisky colts
as they run and cavort
across the field
in the afternoon sunshine
 
Their shiny heads toss
in the delight of being free
Manes and tails
fly joyfully behind them
in the breeze
 
I am entranced
and in my mind
I put my foot on the low rail of the fence
pull myself over and drop down
to the other side
 
I begin to run
feel the wind tossing through my long hair
golden sun lighting my face
My heart pumps excitement and warmth
throughout my body
 
The colts don’t mind
my intrusion
being as it is in my mind
Their equine exuberance
infuses my spirit
 
Finally
spent and out of breath
I return to the fence
a lightness in my step
as I climb back to my watching place
 
The little horses are not yet tired
their lustrous bodies
still jumping and laughing
as I turn to grasp the handles of my walker
and head for home