HEADED FOR THE BARN
“I can’t hear you,”
I yell, just so he’ll shout it again.
- Verlena Orr (“Sixty-Nine & Pushing On”)
Certain things we need to hear
twice to sustain a mantra
that might stick, that might
someday come true again –
sweet delusions wrapped in time
waiting to be set free.
I have let the old horse
with nothing to do for years,
lose his manners, think we exist
to serve his memory when
we were kings a horseback,
hearts to grace the ground with –
Damn, both young and something!
He gets the barn when it rains,
feels the barometric pressure
falling, sees the halter in my hand
he thinks he doesn’t need,
nosing it impatiently.
I make him stand
to remember who we are –
two old men headed for the barn.