white pillars of snow and ice
I run through them impaled by light
into this place where life grows old
I live on as a galloping horse
unaware and unashamed to lean
into the coarseness of the winter air
sticky from forgetfulness
I chase my life into the fast wind
where hooves do not touch the ground
at last I fall to my knees and break
and do what must be done tonight
to heal my forgotten life
I tear page by page
I turn and run
each word stays
but a minute
falling over fields
I gallop into the wind
– Daniel Haskin
December 6, 2023