Far cry…

The woman stood in the precise center of the rose…

— in The Girl who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making

by Catherynne M. Valente

One of the things,

that puts a smile,

in my mechanic’s day,

is when I tell him,

how his personal investments,

of thousands spent,

on dental implants,

and ballroom dancing lessons,

makes his sixty-two year old body,

worth so much more,

than my car…

Yesterday,

I was interrogated,

as to why,

I’ve taken to watching,

the World Juniors,

for the first time…

There are no simple answers,

to such questions,

but in this case,

I summed,

it all up,

by saying,

I’m expanding,

my focus,

into new,

hockey horizons,

and my answer,

received,

knowing nods,

of approval…

When I’m working with,

a horse,

who’s been made,

precisely for carrying,

the weight,

of his herd,

on his shoulders,

I ask him,

to only show me,

a little bit,

of the story,

at a time,

so that,

I don’t,

fall down…

This two-step,

is delicate,

and strong,

all at once,

and the practice,

is better than,

perfect…

I was out there searching... (photo: Starshine)