We are artists.
from the minute my boot sets place in the stirrup.
until i'm taking off her halter at night.
She and i together,
dancing off one's ques.
pursuing that moment of perfect clarity
where one is merely an extension of the other.
Because my horse and I, we are not two different beings.
we are the same body of energy.
swirling maneuvers in the late dark of arena dust.
early morning nerves as we prepare for the big day yet again.
Tears because of our accomplishments.
with confidence in ourselves, we can go far.
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