Life Bucks

Nervous anticipation,
The Horse backs into the box.
A flickering eye and a glance,
The rider checks the rigging,
Only my own breath of which i'm aware.
Bareback he is sat and ready. 
A sickening of the stomach. 
Then the gate opens -
Time doesn't work in this moment,
A sideways jerk to the right.
Not quite ready for this feeling.
Roughstock rear riding high in the air,
Just trying to hold on.
Each buck a kick of the legs,
Just trying to hold on. 
Spurs with dulled rowels tight to the sides,
Just trying to hold on.
Exhausted he's finally covered. 
Exhausted I reach the end.