What calls to You - Nov. 29, 2020

your soul is like a horse that tires

of the well-worn path to the trough

the same dry oats and brittle straw

the smell and gloom of a familiar stall

the muscles of your chest pressing

a little too hard on the top board

make today the day you don’t wait

for the open gate jump it

run through overgrown fields

under the dappled shade of summer maples

along your favorite river

past the last fence

till you hear it

in that cave with the spring

water calling for you