Monday, February 19

Giddy Up!

She Calls

When your words come to me
across this new geography
my own rise up to meet them
to find what will complete them.

They seek the one who calls them forth
who gives them reason to be born
and sweet intentionality.

I Respond

You hold one rein, I the other
they lie loose in our laps
giving the dapple grey
lead to fly over the snow-encrusted lake.

A slight tug on the reins
slows the supple steed
and the spinning, intoxicating scenery
comes into focus
long enough to catch our breath,
for our eyes to meet.

Mischief, or the hunger for more
passes between us
and in an instant
we snap the reins
and shout giddy up!

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