To a powerful politician
One day I saw a stranger’s soul
When he came riding on a horse.
He made it pirouette in gold caparison,
Prance out bold deeds, strike sparks for my delight,
Brag proclamations of his might,
Drum thunder from the height.
But I was taken by an air instead
So soft he did not know it hovered near,
A tendril, valiant in its yearning how to grow,
A wisp of breath, a bleeding wonderment,
A hurt, a dear intent,
Its fragile strength unspent.
He thought it due his mastery, control, his huntsman’s seat
When I knelt marveling at his horse’s feet.
(c) 2015 Sophy Burnham
Author of 15 books, three on the New York Times bestseller list, Sophy Burnham is best known for her ground-breaking books on things spiritual. Her latest novel, Love, Alba is a Finalist in IndieFab Best Book of the Year Award for small press books.
Her book of poetry, Falling: Love-Struck will be published in June.