It didn’t trouble me then
that I had never been near a horse
much less ridden one, nor
that I was terrified of the dark.
I rode those imaginary horses
through some real dark nights and I was fine.
At eighteen I galloped into marriage,
and in my forties I walked through the darkness
of single parenthood and a new career.
In my sixties I began
rounding up grandkids and lassoing poems.
Now, in my mid-seventies,
I see my course was set early –
I just didn’t know then
that I was riding a metaphor.
I am grateful my way’s been lit by the moon.
JDG
Lovely, Joan. This one gave me chills of delight. (Sorry that I am flooding your notes but I have been away and I wanted to catch up – don’t want to miss a one of your wonderful poems.)
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Beautifully penned, Joan…
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WOW, Joanie. Just WOW.
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Wonderful poem Joan
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Oh, how lovely!
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