Poems

my home

My home 

-is not a two story brick house, nestled deep inside of a development. It's not seated beside thirty five other cookie-cutter houses, all with the same colors, structures, and decorations. My home does not have a kitchen or bedrooms, it has no television or family room. I cannot sleep under my home, for he has no tin roof to keep me sheltered from the storms. My home has no place for me to keep a christmas tree, or invite my friends over for dinner.

But I will tell you what my home does have. 

My home has a glistening red coat that shimmers in the sunlight. My home has four sturdy legs with muscles so powerful they ripple from his haunches down to his hooves with each delicate step. My home has soft brown eyes that seem to hold the key for unlocking the worlds happiness. 

My home has a powerful neck that keeps me upright when I lose my balance. My home has a heart that beats in rhythm with mine. His robust neigh sings to me like a lullaby and I swear it fills me with such joy that it could pour out of my heart and fill up the universe.

My home is my horse, who watches carefully over me when I make a mistake. He is there to wrap his burly neck around mine when I need I need somebody to lean on. He looks at me not with a degrading gaze but with one that speaks to my soul and whispers, "You are my equal"

My horse is my home. My heart beats alongside the rhythm of his hooves as they pound the ground when he runs. My body blends with his as we canter towards jumps that are ginormous compared to us. Most would feel afraid, but I don't. 

When I wrap my arms around his neck, bury my face into his mane and breathe deep, I smell nothing but sweet heaven and comfort. It makes me wonder how people can go without this kind of feeling. We may look psychically offbeat, with his rich red furry coat against my naked pink skin; His eyes a wondrous brown while mine are a swirl of green and blue.

 But mentally we are more alike and more connected than any kind of human relationship.

My home may not be able to provide me a roof or a bedroom, or a kitchen with food or neighbors to party with

 But my home can do so much more.

My horse and I are two psychically different beings with a completely different anatomy.  Our minds are weaved into one beautiful connection and it creates the most beautiful song you could ever hear. We are two souls matched in heaven, destined to live out the expanse of life together as one harmonious couple.  

My home is my horse,

and my horse is my life.