Letting Go We Begin

"Send forth your light and your truth;
  let them lead me away,
let them lead me up your holy mountain,
  up to your sanctuary."

                                                                        Psalm 42

At the arenas

the horses are flaring

their spirits

into the rose tinging

evening--

tossing their

manes

of light

through the orbiting

cantering:

see the grace moving in the curves of muscle
sculpting the air

and their eyes so dark 

and lovely-deep;

see how they are beautiful in their going

and their coming round 

and round

 as if, in the rings

of letting go 

we begin

 receiving,

again and again,

like the 

horses' shining

circling

in the late light

before its disappearing;

like our hands 
full of grace
spilling over.