Elegy for My Horse
It was December when you floated like driftwood
onto the snow leaving your blood behind. I promised
myself just one glance at your ashes in that bronze box.
It seems like yesterday when you and I soared
over the brush jump, counted strides between the fences,
ran with the hounds after the fox, rode along the Ohio.
Wind toyed with your mane, your eyes, dark as chocolate,
closed as your heart stopped its beat. I wanted to catch
you as you flew towards the sun but I could not keep up.
I don’t want my ashes left in a box sitting
on the mantel piece. I want them thrown into the wind,
falling into the ocean, returning to the world’s blood.
Muddy River Poetry Review
Fall 2014
