BELMONT FOG
By Fred Shira
Into the not yet burned fog
staying ahead of the big orange ball
peeking up over the eastern edge
into the coolness and mist
of the morning ground cloud
enveloped in time and place
where all things are possible
where rider and horse
becomes changeling
to oneness centaur.
into the fog he runs
reaching out as a primordial beast
going stride by stride with the wind.
He runs with Brucephalus
across Macedonian plain.
He runs with Rocinante
through the woods of Castille.
He carries great Khans
down steep Asian slopes.
He courageously mounts the fierce Cossacks
as they conquered the mighty steppes.
He knows Sitting Bull, Black Elk, and more
chasing the buffalo across the short grasses
He races with Seabiscuit and Secretariat
into America’s heart
He bounds with Arvark and Alsvid
hard at his heels.
out of the fog
back into the world
of horses and riders.
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