Falling

This post is a haibun, which is a form that blends poetry and prose.  You can read more of them, and more about them, on Margo's prompt.


I was cantering in the arena -- balanced, smooth and relaxed.  Three strides before the corner, Jackson bucked.  Caught unaware and unprepared, I was tossed to the side of the saddle.  As I scrambled back up, the next buck lifted me further off balance.  I let go, pushing myself away from his shoulder and dropping to the ground.  The sand was hard.  It hurt.  Jackson slid to a confused stop and stared at me with questioning dark eyes.

You chose the other;

The wife and children, the known.

I let you go.

I have submitted this poem to The Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic.  Check out the other submissions. 

And, thank you very much to the Poets Rally for this award!