I DON’T KNOW WHEN I’VE FELT BETTER ON A HORSE
1
My title is the phrase I woke up to
My sleep becomes my way to see things through
This cogitation sees a double bind
And leaves me with an answer I can’t find
2
I spent the World War Two years in a haze
Unreal. More real than ever in some ways
My father’s wealthy clients took me in
And I believed my home was one with them
3
Of course there were the stables, horses too
Of course I rode. What else was I to do
I felt a favorite. I never fell.
When War was over this ended as well
4
Back to Albion my seeming family went
I cried, homesick. It shocked my mother then
I tried to ride once more but took a fall
My old life changed and I repressed it all
5
There was an infant speech commending peace
But not a single word can I release
My wishes still seem to be my command
But I still sense it wasn’t what I planned
