“One Day I Take the Saddle Off” by Ronda Piszk Broatch
One Day I Take the Saddle Off
cinch the bareback pad on, place my hands
behind your withers, bend my knee to spring
and pull myself up. My body
draped over you, I swing my leg across your back,
sit tall, no snaffle, just a curb bit in your mouth,
reins loose in my hand, heat of your body
molding me to you, we begin in the arena,
first at a walk, warming to a jog, you,
translating my body, me, translating your body,
my legs pressed against your flesh, firm, gentle,
no stirrups, no pommel, you, teaching me
balance, that in losing ballast, together our bodies
will in time move seamlessly, closer in trust,
closer to the lope, to the gallop.
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