Unsettled

In my life stood—

a Doe,

a Mountain,

and a Horse setting

with the Sun.

I could not have the Doe,
for the Doe belonged to

the King.

The Horse, a brilliant white
steed, provided a chivalric ending,

a war torn trail in a crimson embrace.

I chose the life of Robinson Crusoe
coming down the Mountain

rather goat-like and alone.

Just this massive rock and

                    I,

            the son that never sets.