Last Day of August

Pale horses in a field of sun-burnt grass, legs buckling

Falling, grace, succumbing; un-becoming

We stood in the harsh August sun, naked and maddened

Red wet flesh glistening, thirst, baked, dreamless

Hallelujah and amen, in the distance a choir sings

Lightning cracks sky; hope, wait, plunder

Crisp brains search for old dreams of starlit night

When we were young, and not so mad

The first drops fall, and we are redeemed; we live

Drinking rain from cupped hands; delight

When the storm passes it is night; a billion stars twinkle

We remember why we’re here; deliverance

Now we can see the lights of home shining, welcome

Spirit horses fade into darkness; we walk