Two years ago today, I met my best friend right here on TBD. She rescued me from a life of mediocrity, repression, and numbness by reaching out to me on a springlike Sunday afternoon. She took off my boots, set aside my gun, and kissed me ever so gently. She was already finding her own new way, and she encouraged me to find mine. We stayed up all night chatting, discovering each other, and realizing this connection we had was big. And since that time, our epic story has grown beyond our wildest dreams.....dreams we are now making come true.Together.
This poem was the first one we shared together. And it still says everything for me.
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more, they begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break