Thursday, April 3, 2014
By Lisa Marie Harmon
It doesn't hurt when she steps on my booted foot
And won’t step off for at least 4 Mississippi.
Not at all….
She’s not that heavy.
It’s no big deal when she pulls the line through my lazily ungloved hand.
Is that a rope burn?
Just a scrape. It’s nothing.
What? No. My back is fine. This saddle only weighs 40 pounds.
I lift with my legs,
And swing it over.
No problem. I got it.
But sometimes, as the cold fingers of reality poke my aging body,
I realize there may (soon?) come a day
That has no boots.
No ropes. No saddles.