how many hours we've spent together, learning,
learning about each other, learning together.
after feeling so confident that my hand on his shoulder
would calm his fears so effectively
i have been proven wrong, once again.
he's always proving me wrong, making me a liar
by doing things like pulling posts right out of the ground,
trotting away, eyes wide, nostrils flaring, tail straight up in the air.
and the biggest, most beautiful, floatiest trot---one he won't give me
when i ask him to in dressage tests, even if i ask nicely.
he reserves that kind of talent for covering ground
across the lawn, past the house, down the driveway.