Clenched, hunched, Jaws clamped tight, Brow, twisted with bitter intent Summon bits of strength against The rolling flow A treacly wave that threatens to sweep you over that edge. Not so far away, You can see it, just there. You struggle to stay strong, Planting your feet, quivering Exhausted thighs braced against a wave filled with broken furniture, Cars and homes and people, Crashing past. The horizon disappears, That great divide between what is and what is not, Breathe faster, work harder Suffocating more, there’s always more and more. The tide lifts you skyward, picks you up and sets you down, To where you can’t remember. On the beach, exhausted. Gritty sand beneath your cheek Your skin thin and wrinkled Breathing short and shallow And still you fight to push it back, as it laps your toes. Let time be your steed, A milk white mare Get on, hold tight and ride. Her muscles bunch and stretch Her forelegs reach and paw the miles Hindquarters sink, deep into the earth Your body floats, your arms reach out, to bury your face in her rough mane and ride. Your calves grip her sides and your feet try to meet She leaps forward, you nearly slide off Her silken rump, She slows and you find your balance once again And ride. Her fine head tosses, eyes rolled back She’s coursing ahead, You laugh And let your heart leap forward with her. Time is a steed, A milk white mare, Hold on tight And ride.
Leave a Reply