Bareback

Sometimes words escape me.

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I can’t find the right ones that give voice to my current wanderings and wonderings.

Then I find that someone else has been able to articulate the journey well.

So it is with this poem by Mark Nepo.

Bareback

No question I’ve been knocked
from my invisible horse and the
one with tools in his hands keeps
prodding: Get back in the saddle.
What are you waiting for? But the
timeless one affirms: You’re not
listening. There is no more saddle.
We’ve done away with all that.
The driven one keeps looking at
his watch: You didn’t work all these
years to walk away now. But the
one who breathes like a flower
replies: We worked all these years
precisely to unfold this way.

I have done away with the saddle and the boots.

I am riding bareback with bare feet.

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