[inspired by the film. Into the West]
almost a white horse with a mythic eye
arose from the sea bred carousels,
stranded pearl,
from shipwrecks under-reported,
glimpsed - now-
barely breaking the surface.
almost a white horse is
stamping the mists down,
and I see clearly for awhile
caparisoned in the rose gold
that might have been, brought near.
the old fear stilled if
almost, a wish to be tamed
could have been granted.
then: tossing, again the
gem bridled reins of the fairy tale
you quite expected yesterday
almost as if he were free, perhaps,
from the certainty of snows
or soon would be, or someone else
would be-
that blind the heart on the broken journey
that freeze the cross road laden mind
he turned aside, the harrowing reflection
of the sea bred skies over the silk of the waters
for a while-
a cloudless space
between the eternities
mary angeia douglas 29 april 2014;3 may 2015
