THE WILD HORSE
by Heidi Harrison
...As time moves farther and farther away from that day the winds announced the end of things, I notice more and more that, like the pier, the path is never straight and never curved, but a mixture of the two, and these trails converge, somehow they always do. Our lives depend on this, from the rattlesnake call to the whisper of the breeze to the knowing of the heart, and to the boulders we stand on that continue to shift with time, and always will.
Published in Still Points Arts Quarterly, Spring 2018 Edition, Number 29
Go to page 95 in this beautiful online magazine for the full essay.
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