A bit (c. 2013)

Why whip your horse ?
It is a bit
And bit taught
Seeks flight
Away from ever present strikes
The hedges whip
In wilderness where dwelled
A rudimentary happiness
Now in this space
The horse is lost.

Somewhere
There is a broad path
Trod by well shod hooves
The kind of which I cast
Aside, now could surely use.