Poem a Day 2026

that power-thru
rush/crash
in domination 
of circumstances
has been my secret power
willing things to be other
than what they have been
but these knees 
are getting creaky
and some of these
wild horses out here
aren’t yielding to my pushes
those manes flustering my face
as I clutch and wrangle
cajole and counter
let me lay now 
across a mountain stair

in leisurely appreciation 

of far off heights

and the supple moss

so near