on a rocking horse, riding to the horizon
an endless ride, bouncing on steel springs
plastic pony he is alive aboard, a real horse,
that whinnies and pounds its hooves
in a timeless beat as he approaches
but never reaches the horizon

he is limp and ready to fall off
I hold him as his gaze fixes on a point far away
he urges his mount on, galloping, galloping
charging, serious, distant in his concentration