Reverie

–in memory of Muriel Rukeyster

 

 

So finally what choice do you have? Break bread with the poor. 

The sturdy paw of want has touched your shoulders. 

 

Swarms of humans all around–the sun shining 

on everyone, what choice do you have? Walk anywhere,

 

woods are mild, the eyes of horses, mild, green 

is calm, dreams, windows high in old churches,

 

world is love. Sun ripples, churns on water. 

Break bread. 

 

Walk with an empty bridle. 

Walk.