Yearning to Gallop


The call to action

Sounds throughout

Every cell

Yearning to gallop

That quick progression

Toward golden horizons

Of unknown majesty

Yet sluggish thoughts

Slow to crawl

Nip and scratch

At eager heels


Clearing Jetsam


When this jetsam

A tide too high to stem

This vessel cleaves and splinters

This varied clumped debris

Orbits round like tired carousels

My head rises

To meet a new distraction

Dawn approaches

Hot glint upon warming waters

The jetsam sinks

Light pours over

The earth takes flight