When My Horse Kicked (for the Lenado Crew)

Does it make us human
if what we don’t understand
we either worship or destroy.

If the river running past what we can see
has never let us down
but fails to carry away what has always held us back

and when dreams come rolling through the night
how should we praise distance?

Love, I don’t know anything else,
locked up in the drudgery of defence

from indestructible to destruction,
resignation, resurrection, reincarnation.

All that bears the brunt of swift currents
can be lost so easily in a careless moment.

Does it make us human, this desire for momentum
to carry us beyond this world in which we live.

When the heat has gone to fair.
When the insulation is too thick.

When the walls that bind us are not thick enough.

With respect to Suzanne, Kim, MK, Jan, Ed, Sarah, Rhett, Peter, Ryan and other’s who’s ideas or lines are in this poem from September’s poetry night.