The Height of Horses and Husbands

Dear Windjammer, I am sorry.

In retrospect, I believe I used you
to boost my stature and height,
a frightening sight during the
fury of adolescence,
I stood no higher than the second rail.
Petite anticipation under the border of our corral.

The first time I saw you
so humble, so majestic in size.
Coat so sleek and luminous
in the summer sunshine.

Windjammer, my steed.
We had some good times. You must know.
Unbridled rides through open fields,
masters of the wind, gallops
across the afternoon.

And others, I know, where I sat too proud,
arrogant above inherited height,
grasping whip and reins
for glory, forgetful of you
under me, riding myself
into false identity.

I want to thank you, Windjammer
for some of my life’s high jumps.
And, I want to thank my lofty husband,
for always reaching the top shelf for me
with a smile.


About Kate Houck

Educator. Human. Poet. Seeking truth through experience.
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9 Responses to The Height of Horses and Husbands

  1. globalunison says:

    This is such a beautiful piece, kate :))


  2. If I say I loved it, that would be an understatement πŸ™‚

  3. Witty and the last line really made me laugh πŸ™‚

  4. sheldonk2014 says:

    I like how you group them together, thank you coming to visit, just came by to say hello and to see what you were up to,I will come back soon
    As always Sheldon

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