RAISED BY HORSES

 RAISED BY HORSES

I was a wild child, raised by horses. 

I chewed on grass sweet at the knuckle 

and nibbled upon molasses oats. 

I pawed at the ground and whinnied

collecting my gait at the canter 

and hand-gallop. A pencil for snaffle bit 

a belt for surcingle, and ribbons for reins.

We believed we were circus ponies 

we pranced to invisible music 

and we bowed to an invisible crowd.

5/10/18