The Horse and I Go for a Spin

before
the rustle became a roar,
there were 4 feet firmly planted.
The horse statuesque,
coiled to spring,
Panic fluttering like careless leaves.

the spring unleashes
energy roaring through muscle.
grey whirling dervish dancing,
edging along the ridge
of sanity,
firm ground
becomes
firmament.

2 feet firmly plant
as 4 go flying
and the body leaves the mind
behind