To Charge Within
I put a saddle on the wind
and rode it through the storm
The bridle placed, the buckle cinched,
the reins, my soul reborn
Inside each stirrup passion spurs,
the present close at hand
Behind whose mane I charge within
—in search of who I am
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
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