If Wishes Were Horses

I would stand

Under the purple weight of twilight,

a million winking stars, applauding the moon's silvery-silent arrival.

I would wait on the edge of nowhere

in the space between Nows, the rolling churn ,

for the herd of unheard.

I would run

all movement

all heave and sigh, all whicker and whinny

all tooth and sleek, all muscle and sheen.

Salt-rhimed, starfish tangled

frost-plumed, snow-glittered

Sage- dusted hooves, rock- splitting thunder

scattering a thousand jeweled lizards

Unsaddled.

Unbridled.

Unbroken.

No,

If wishes were horses

this beggar would not ride.