Of Stress and Horses

At times when life seems hell-bent,

On handing me way more,

Than I have any desire to handle,

I find solace in time I spend with you,

Or sometimes just sitting on the fence,

Taking in your structure and equine perfection,

Wings, my equine friend.

Taking off your night-time blanket,

The warmth and earthy smell of you,

Give a rush of so much that is good in the world.

I throw my arms around your neck,

Feeling the smoothness of your sleek shoulder.

Overwhelmed I tear up, letting go of anxiety,

Stress and horsemanship just don’t mix.

Your warm and velvet muzzle,

Nuzzles my hands, my pockets, my cheeks,

Inquiring of me, “where are the treats?”

And for you all is very good in the world

As you chew the rest of your carrot,

Getting your hindquarters scratched,

In just the right spot,

Moving away now you peacefully munch on your hay.