A Journey with a Saddle

Fine leather,
With a fragrance so familiar;
Saddle soap stirred with stable sent
That I breathe in.
A flood of memories,
A goal for the future.

With a suede boot in the stirrup,
I pull up into the saddle.
Simultaneously
Filled with joy.
Beneath me,
Elegant strides.

The sound of thundering hooves,
The departure.
I said “goodbye”
As I left the saddle
As I hit the ground
As I cried.

The lightning didn’t stop me.