Bridles
My mind is a stable full of horses –
glossy and glorious.
There are times when they gallop
in the surf – magnificent and free.
But do you know how much work
it takes to get them down
the twisty beach path without eating cabbages
in gardens we pass or pausing to
bite each other on the bum or
bugger off in search of carrots?
Eventually,
for a heartbeat,
sunlight and and seaspray meet gleaming flanks.
We did it.
Just as I realise what’s happening,
it’s the end of the sand and
Dobbin is stealing an ice cream
from a toddler.
Photo by Tim Mossholder on Unsplash
