Untethered

Barefoot

Sand hot, searing white,

like my skin,

which had been kissed by a fierce

fiery sun

that mistook me for his lover.

It was my choice,

not to join the herd,

to chase a quarter mile

at crescendo speeds.

I already knew what it was like

to race the wind,

to pretend I was lightning,

no more than a fleeting flash,

bliss - and then, silence.

I chose the shamanic path,

removing the leather,

letting go of the binding ties,

and the reins,

setting them beside conch shells

that sheltered my keys

and my tether.

Fists full of mane,

thighs wrapped around

the wild grace of Tarpan Luck,

in velvet waters,

sparkling turquoise,

bareback, unbridled

soul claiming Amphitrite,

harnessing currents, breaking tides,

even the sun bowed low,

as I gilded the foam.

I echoed the gulls

far outstretched wings,

singing to the envious saline atmosphere,

I. am. free.