Some people get thrown from their horse
and get right back on If I take the time to get to know a horse Gently mounting its back Engaging in giving and receiving And it throws me to the ground Horse riding may not be my thing. What would it take to get up after a fall unlike so many greenhorns before and take the reins again? To find love in what I'm doing and do what I love? Whatever it is. To know the wounds from that unintended dismounting would heal in their own time. To desire something Anything To go somewhere Even a distant place To get back on and feel the wind blow the journey over me To not know what I will find Expect nothing Revel in everything. Sometimes this world moves so slowly and other times so quickly I wonder if I’m ready to speed things up on the back of a horse, knowing I will surely be thrown again. Raised in New Jersey west of NYC, Buffy Aakaash has since lived as a queer man throughout the US. His poems have been published by Sweety Cat Press, Main Street Rag and Dissonance Magazine, among others. "Untangling the Knots," his chapbook of "How to…" poems will be published by Kelsay Books in November of 2022. He now lives in Vermont’s Green Mountains with his 4-legged fellow traveler, Bodhi. His work can be viewed at www.BuffyAakaashPoetry.com. Comments are closed.
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