
Ear to the ground, silent
Listen to thrumming ground, low,
At first, mere hint of a feeling
Expectant dust rises distantly
as the void between Wild and me swiftly closes...
Proud ears upperked, alive to sensation of her very life
The dark halo flying behind, and she lopes, closer and closer
Flecks of foam fly from flank
and triumphant mouth
She grazes farther every day
There are nights she doesn't come to me at all
Separate from her I feel small and alone
But as I see her madly breaching
the gap between us, I throw back
my head, whoop and holler!!!
Somewhere inside me there is a burst, I am free!
There is strength as I need it
There is speed, and certainty
as i begin to match her ferocity
I fly in her direction
and I leap with all my might
My body turns on air, and somehow
I land my target!
Again, that firey spirit of mine and I are one
Try as you may, you will not break us
About the Creator
Synecdoche
I’m an artist... retired professional singer and stage actor, a writer, a bead artist, a sculptor, collage-er, I make accessories, am an activist and organizer, amateur chef (key word here is, “amateur,”) and Auntie extraordinaire.



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