Dressage: A poem by Jane Clarke
You find your seat by riding
without saddle or reins,
sit deep, fall off, get on again.
Give and take with lightness
of hand and leg, shift your weight
as you feel how she needs to move.
You find your rhythm by listening
to the sequence of hoofs,
count the beat of every stride.
Learn to read how she holds her head;
when to steady,
when to ask her to lengthen her pace
so the moment between lifting and falling
is held, sometimes so long
that together you don’t touch the ground.
Original post: Irish Group Analytic Society