When the lady remembers.
Our arrangement from before.
It works better in us.
Years ago, we began
Your Turn. My Turn.
And it did Turn for me.
The body that I’m in,
Has choices in My Turn. Your Turn.
I can re-arrange.
Breath. Blow. Balance.
I return to what’s familiar, my need.
I can. I am. I do.
Stuffing my nose deep into something messy.
Leaves, grasses, trees, bushes, sticks and sags.
Finding shade, no wind or more sun.
Neck and head can bobble about –
Just as it does.
Finding its own place, own time.
When My Turn arrives.
Relief. Relaxation. Fun!
What, will I do?
Parking. Walking. Running. Grazing?
Visiting horse friends?
Watering? Poo sniffing? Crashing through scrub?
Sometimes I just want to…
Feel BIG.
Take it all in – handy when I have a nice view.
Feeling the push of your hand.
My top neck in your rhythmic taps, saying those words
“Your Turn, Your Turn.”
It all makes sense
Sharing decisions on our ride.
Back and forth. Wandering through time.
My herd instinct returns – to lead and to follow.
You see me.
Co-operation. You heard that.
In your turn human, I do try.
Try to follow what you want.
Re-arranging my body to suit you.
But when it’s My Turn – you really make sense.
The flow we both want.
Little lifts, deep inside.