Bareback

There are times when how we operate in the world just turns upside down. This poem speaks to such a time for me. Bareback No question I've been knocked from my invisible horse and the one with tools in his hands keeps prodding: Get back in the saddle. What are you waiting for? But the timeless one affirms: You're not listening. There is no more saddle. We've done away with all that. The driven one keeps looking at his watch: You didn't work all these years to walk away now. But the one who breathes like a flower replies: We



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