The Wild Horse

I ride the wild horse The windy steed with the bloody hooves I have no reins, no control, no will of my own My arms tight around the surging neck Fingers clutching the flying mane Heels dug into the galloping muscles of the flanks Down rocky slopes, steep terrain He carries me Helplessly Deep inside the darkest passages Of my self— The dreaming unbidden places Where the timeless wisdom of the midnight moon Touches the fire of the stars and Gives breath To the wakening soul. (Previously published in Shadyvale Magazine, Winter 2000)