gripping the saddle
to keep from being thrown
by all those latent fears
and desires.
Up and down,
back and forth,
and still I cling,
desperate to prove
I can ride this through.
And when the rocking stops,
there's still that knocking
in the knees: the body knows
something threw me
even though I thought
I was doing a good job
of hanging on...
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