Out to Pasture
Restless, flexing and kicking,
rebellious and un-coordinated;
slowly I reigned you into my needs.
You became two white steeds
pulling this carriage up and down the days.
I promoted you to a position of highest trust:
relied on you completely.
Showed you off to my advantage.
It’s not that I thought you would go on forever,
it’s just that you never warned me,
buckled under me
on a sunny day
in Cardiff Bay.
No, it’s not good if you have to walk home on your own.
‘reined’ ?
Led by the title I was imagining a horse… but ‘two white steeds’ made me wonder if I’d misread a metaphor… a bicycle… a man…
I’m being somewhat thick today.
Oh, I do love what the poem’s saying, just wish I could get a clearer picture.
For white steeds read legs. Does it make sense now? I think the title refers to me after my legs letting me down.