Horse of Ages

poem by Ken Holmes, Summer 2012

Though still riding the gathered intelligence of a trillion former minds,
Somewhat appreciative but mostwhat wearied by the babble of forbears
Who have over-decoded the rushing music of the waters and winds,
And dryly formulated our unique human journeys of laughter and tears
O haphazard unexpectedly exotic bird who good fortune displays
Spread wide your wings and and soar to show me the hidden ways
Back to the land of magical winds and the deep, deep breath of thus
The one speechless source of every bliss and all those myriad paths.