Suncatcher

myth in motion

what was that for?
i ask the stars

all they do is blink

still—
dustdevils
press against my feet

there’s no time
i’m flying
land rushes
below
the horse winnies
we’re riding

chasing the sun

my thighs start to shake
what if i’m too late?

leather slaps
skin quivers
so close
i can almost—

but instead
night falls

i scoop the sand
still warm
as it slips through my fingers
into my nostrils
dust

blesses my lungs

curled into the dirt
my toes point east
both eyes close

maybe i’ll let
the sun
have
a head start
before i
meet him
tomorrow