Written by: Stephanie Garcia
When I ride my horse in the mid-summer mornings,
The drums pound and two hearts beat as one
working in rhythm and cadence.
When I cue him with my feet his hooves stomp the ground with fierce confidence as he glides.
With sweat dripping from rider and horse,
the pressure to please rises.
When I ride my horse,
Each movement in time.
For one false gesture creates disaster.
And the pressure to please
-both him and me-
the pressure drops,
the music ends,
the beating has slowed.
I reach and reward with soothing pats on his warm moistened neck.
Our dance is complete.
And once more we leave the stage,
fulfilling my dreams.