Severance

Cart trundling down my rutted road

behind the tail of destiny’s mare

through fields where I have toiled

past grasses where I have rested,

rivers I have crossed,

forests where I have been lost

for a time

suddenly lurches

launches me from my comfort

into a strange place of

new necessities.

Birds of prey see me stumble.

Blind dogs howl.

Clouds clot the sunset.

Gather my legs.

Pull up my back.

Level my chin.

Carry on.

Home before dark.

Sybilla 9/22/13