Crossing Boundaries

Galloping into the desert on my black stallion, Ghost, soaring like the wind, heading into clouds of dust now blowing everywhere. Turning directly behind it so as to find my way, letting Ghost move like lightening, taking me toward the sunshine and away from the blackness of an ebony night. Crossing boundaries into precious stances of life, assess- ing it's qualities and preciousness in the wake of al that lies in recesses of a backwoods delineation. Awaiting decisions that are slow to come forth and be made known, getting impatient, wanting to move on without get- ing recognized.