It was suggested yesterday that each of us who participated in the horse program write a statement of what it has meant to us, not only to thank our dear friends, both human, and horse, but also, to convince the Marin Municipal Water District that this teeny-tiny precious place is a worthy occupant of the land. I spent some time last night trying to write a letter, but, today, this comes. Sometimes, when I am especially touched, I speak better in a poem, despite, in my last one, suggesting that words are shit, or, perhaps, manure.
Here is my poem of gratitude.
Gratitude to the Horse Program at Marin Stables
A Gift for Cancer Survivors
You put the physical back in my life,
the physical heart, couer, courage.
You handed me the reins of life, love, and fun.
I bubble each time I leave. I neigh,
nay to pain, hurt, confusion, strain,
nay to all that happened that I did not, could not,
and may never understand.
You greet us each Friday with huge smiles
encompassed in a canyon
bound with ferns.
We sit in a circle, work in a circle,
go round and round,
dizzy, at times, in letting go
of what struck us unaware,
trusting now the saddle you place on the horse for us,
the line we guide,
the stool set there for each one of us,
to climb on and off
the patience you provide.
You treat us as special as the mane we brush,
the hooves we clean, the touch of love entwined
in a ring of care.
Thank you for letting us enter your world,