Into The Beyond

I no longer notice the pasture fence.
The morning sun illuminates the white horse.
The breeze carries song snippets.

A hollyhock bloom chewed and swallowed
provides strange clarity.
My body’s edges fail to retain definition.

Fragments of reprieve.
A broken butterfly on the ground.
One wing perfect.

Clear sky shudders its lack of rain.
A muted promise.
A dry expressionless blue.

The white horse takes a carrot from my hand.
Relaxed meditative inertia.
A second carrot. No sticks.

Beyond the sky. Invisible.
Planets spin their courses and trajectories.
Sunna’s hold on them unbreakable.

copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney

Rural Wind By The Border

It was more like the songs played us
after observing the dogs walking us.

A horse mulls about the pasture
trying to remember the lyrics to a torch song.

If you flag the Greyhound down
it halts and picks you up

without the nicety of a bus stop
but you better be going east or west.

A whisper stalked through
the cornfield this morning.

It gently told me something
I could not translate from its Spanish.

copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney

Brain Veering

Their footprints
registered as signs of war.

A shepherd
recognized the strut

the bent
and broken grasses.

A roan horse
followed Paul all the way

back to the homestead
then waited at the stable door

for Paul to open it
and let the horse in.

Paul removed
his saber and scabbard

hung them
over the mantle piece

where his
West Point diploma leaned

against a mason jar
that contained brandied peaches.

Without a fistfight
or any back talk

Paul declared
the war over

though he never informed
the other side.

copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney