Mar 4, 2022
HORSE SENSE
Something you learn
From New England
Grandmothers
Nowhere else
Amid the chaos of youth
Tearing at me from all sides
Was a voice
Not the first
Nor the loudest
Or most demanding
When all had settled
A piece of wisdom
Here and there
Just enough to expose
The wrongs
Reinforce the rights
A reservoir fills slowly
Then remains a body at rest
A scale in a different form
There is a balance
In everything if you know
Where to look
She gave me little pieces
Of life’s map
The one with
Truth on the front
When it folds up neatly
Each piece just
Where needed
And when
I often stop and think
What would she say
About this
