Solomon’s Seal

and comes along one

who encourages without

expectation

just a guidepost or

a lighthouse

reminding me the path

is of my own creation.

a knight horse rider wild

sees me idling

speaks up, lifts up

the latch

the fate swings open and

we fly a little

big moon

his flowers blooming

and then she rides

her own pace, with clarity

all blessings

forward toward the sun