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Upon Opening

There is something wonderful about the bigness and the lonelyness and the windyness of it all” – Georgia O’ Keeffe

 

Red cliffs and mesas echo with the sound

A chorus launched against the break of day

Time alone will tell us where he’s bound.

 

Our horses blow and paw the frozen ground

They shift and quake beneath us as we stay

Still. In unison two hearts together pound.

 

Then in a breath all worry lost amidst the sound:

The huntsman blows a rousing gone away,

The trickster racing fast before the hounds.

 

Any valor lost has once again been found

In thundering hooves amidst the sage and clay.

Who would not give it all for living this profound?

 

The crush of habit, weight in which we’re drowned

Fades fast in windyness and winter’s grey.

No time for thought, give chase, actions abound!

 

Race forward, ever forward and unbound,

Till ragged, weary, spent, alive and gay.

Red cliffs and mesas echo with the sound;

Time alone will tell us where he’s bound.

2014 (c) Amy Engle

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