occasionally she likes a trail ride

i am forced upon this beast

who does not know me

does not care for me

but as i watch her ride

she points out the different trees

evergreens versus deciduous

looks green and safe to me i say

don't go near or touch, she warns

knows all her birds, raptors included

and so we ride

at trails end, i count burdens for love

such as saddle sores

on the way home i muse

it is possible, in the Big Bang

she gave the elements their final destinations 

as well as possible combinations

i could easily believe she set the speed for light

so of course, she is knowledgeable

as would be any architect wandering Manhattan

pointing to the skyscrapers

saying, simple, tension, shear, and stress

the blessing in all of this

i no longer suffer saddle soreness

i am a sailor with my sea legs

upon a sea of love
no doubt when God looks upon her
He is as charmed as i am with her

they say never look a gift horse in the mouth

i don't, i just climb in the saddle

2/6/19