The Riding Stable by Romina Mofrad

The breeze lifts the particles of hay 

That reflects within the sun's rays. 

The smell of the stable fills your lungs…

Once an unpleasant one

Now, a reminder of peace.

Your shoes click against the floor.

Each horse lifts its head up

Digging its hooves into the ground.

You reach for an apple to feed your favorite

His mouth presses against your hand.

You feel the warmth of his tongue.

You get to the ring and lift yourself onto your horse,

His back is soft as his mane brushes through your fingertips.

You feel each back leg move back and forth

Going faster and faster.

The more you accelerate, the more the breeze blows on you,

And you feel free.