While I was taking the tube during rush hour in London recently, I had a few angry and frustrated thoughts that I'm sure a million and one people have had (and written about) before me. As I watched the hoards of people plodding up the stairs in steady unison I felt so... corralled. It made me think ...
Phantom Horse
Some people have a phantom limb. I feel the curve of the saddle between my thighs, The leather squeaks. I feel the stirrups under the balls of my feet, Gently squeeze his sides. I feel him moving beneath me, Each movement makes me ache inside. Some people have a phantom limb. I have a phantom horse.
