There are ways of finding things, like stumbling on them. Or knowing what you're looking for. A miss is as good as a mile. There are ways to put the mind at ease, like dying, But first you have to find a place to lie down. Once, in another life, I was a boy in Wyoming. I called freedom home. I had walked a long time into a high valley. A river cut through it. It was late, And I was looking for a place to lie down, Which didn't keep me from stumbling On something, believe me, I never wanted to find. It was only the skeleton of someone's horse, Saddled and bridled and tied to a tree. When I woke in the morning it was next to me. The rider must have wandered off, got turned around And lost. It must have been winter. The horse starved by the tree. When we say, @3what a shame@1, whose shame do we mean? In earnest of stability water often rages, But rivers find their banks again, in earnest of the sea. This ocean I live on can't hold still. I want to go home to Wyoming and lie down Like that river I remember with a valley to flow in, The ocean half a continent away. The horse I spoke of isn't a reason, Although it might be why. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GIVE ME THY HEART by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER SUPER FLUMINA BABYLONIS by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE AMY WENTWORTH; FOR WILLIAM BRADFORD by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER WISTFULNESS by KATHARINE ADAMS THE FLIGHT OF THE WAR-EAGLE by OBADIAH CYRUS AURINGER TILL THE MIST PASSES by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 48. FAREWELL TO JULIET (10) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 34 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |