Trinity
sometimes I'd go
riding bareback
just at dawn
and I'd feel
the muscles pull
beneath my thighs
salty stiff
yet flowing
I'd go riding
early
before fog-rise
early in the
still white
wetness
the smell
of horse steam
rising
the smell
of clay dust
rising
all flowing
together these
holy scents
of earth
and horse
and sky



© 1986 J.L.Stanley