Once || my try at writing poetry

Once
Once the warm flow of horses
Dried up under the locked mind
that held me from them
changed by friskiness, played
havoc on my senses,
flamed, re-flamed me where I made
my architecture of bedrock in the
naked light.

Then beyond the conscious mind all
was at ease.
Cotton batting stopped up the fence line
where a horse neighs of delight, comforting,
had kicked holes through.
A late summer I could never know
traveled the cut-up road with
an evil called loose rock.
It was so pure, though dusty
from nowhere its crumbles flying.

Beyond the mind all was resting.
I bowed in my lonely ritual.

26 March~~Love Sharon