Poem: Horse Latitudes

It’s been a tough week, sleep deprived and even when sleep has arrived it hasn’t felt so great – as I have been yelling at my son. Never nice – doesn’t feel good for either of us – and I’ve gone hoarse as a result.

It’s about the only thing that’s resulted.

And so I tell him that.

He smiles – puts his arm around me – and says, “Daddy, will you one day show…