Poetry by Rachel Beachy
When the horses run, they run
wildly without pre
amble – the gates open
the gun sounds
they go as if their lives depend on it
and they do
They were born so they walk
and they walk so they run –
I used to find it remarkable, how at two years old
they could be their fullest force
then I watch you at the same age,
your short legs carrying you
down
the
hill
as close to flying as falling
and so free you do not fear the difference.
Rachel Beachy lives in Kentucky with her husband and children. Her poems have appeared in Ephemera, Freshwater, The Orchards Poetry Journal, The Rising Phoenix Review, Sky Island Journal, Steam Ticket and others. Her debut collection “Tiny Universe” will be published by Kelsay Books.
