Equine Fences

Equine Fences

How am I supposed to hold this in?

Like penning up a thousand horsed phrases

Breaking at the bands of the ranch hands

Fenced in ramble out onto these plains

To see the place where judgment ends

Breathing and being in a wilderness of other men

You could have chosen, but have saddled me

To ride out across these creeks and seek

The mountains break on the edge of the timber line

Take me up and hold me to the other side

Of this valley opening and crevice

To give to you all of this

Straddled down and run like a rolling rock

A raging ravine of hoofs and start

To put the answers down in blades

Of green walked upon and changed

That we were here with me

Running for the belly of the bowl

Riding free in turn a choice I’ve learned

Is no longer begged but led within the reins

Of gallops lost amongst the wave of here

To draw the line of equine fences

Busted through to reach the deepest part

Listening and wanting when all I thought

Was hunting my broken meat

Waiting for the arrow to breach

The barriers I put up