A Steed Indeed

Poetry

My teacher had 4 legs
And cared not for me

We watch bulls and bull riders and I always said I would hold on
How hard could it be?

Oh, I held on alright
And then flew through the air like the flying trapeze

You saddle up
What does that mean?
What do you saddle?

HORSE POWER

Fucking horse power my friend
And then you hit the ground

And they say “Get back on the horse again…”

Are you fucking naive?

My teacher looked down upon me as I laid upon the ground,

when one looks down upon you, you can only look up

I learned, I understood respect….and I listened for the first time

Now the hand that held the bridle so tight, is bridled in it’s own fashion

My teacher chooses to run when others would trot along

When she says to me, “Do not get back on the saddle again, listen!”

I listen

I do not hold on

I run wild and free

 

more by JULIE MAYA PANDA

Photograph by Ryan McGuire

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Julie Maya Panda

Julie Maya Panda is a Mystic Poet & Spiritual Hynotherapist living in San Francisco, CA.

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