Rarity

Have you ever gone to bed
And it’s felt like years
Since you last slept?
And you realize so poignantly
That what cradles you now
Is, these days, such a rarity
In it’s comforting support.

Stable Girl

Stable-girl saddles up,
Quietly assuming
Her delicate balance.
No room remains
On this green horse
For these drab preoccupations
As her mind is filled
With stirrups and bridle
And reins and bit,
Buck and canter,
Jumps,
And posting-trot:
All demand total focus,
Or fall.
Active body, busy brain:
For her they sweetly mean
A forgetful heart;
Maybe this is why
She loves to ride.

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