Each night I set my boats to sea and leave them to their bawdy business. Whether they drift off maddened, moon-rinsed, or dock in the morning scuffed and chastened— is simply how it is, and I gather them in. ~ from “Describe Yourself in Three Words or Less” by Rita Dove (this poem and eleven…
Ride like the wind!
Not quite
Luke and I
are more of a zephyr
(a gentle wind)
with only brief moments of turbulence…
Walking down the sidewalk
Plastic cup of whisky in my hand
“This is illegal,” I think
I’m a good girl
I don’t do things like this…
Short days
Dark nights
If only it meant
I was getting more rest…
Lord: it is time. The huge summer has gone by. Now overlap the sundials with your shadows, and on the meadows let the wind go free. from “Autumn Day” by Rainer Maria Rilke
“He has good feet,”
I’ve been told more than once.
“No hoof. No horse.”
so thank goodness.
A white hoof is a bad hoof
but that’s just a myth…
