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A saddle in her mind becomes a bucking force inside the speaker, where time turns into an hourglass and life is recognized through the eye already lost.

The woman or horse remains unresolved, which gives the saddle image both erotic and physical force. Bucking in the nose and filling the mind makes thought feel ridden rather than controlled. The lost eye gives recognition a cost, as though vision now depends on damage.

'A saddle In Her Mind' compresses the saddle motif to its core: 'In the saddle again,. and she is bucking / Right in the nose, and filling my mind.' Time becomes an 'hour glsss' read as 'the sands of time,' and the speaker keeps 'on recognizing life / through the ye I have lost.' The source slip 'ye' for eye sits where vision should be, so the lost eye and a dropped pronoun overlap, making recognition itself feel maimed.