Sunday, January 15, 2023

Knightvision

An out of sorted knight 

some way rides into a 

tumbling zig saw puzzle wall

upending the beginning he craved.

He finds what he didn’t know

he was looking for;

his questions answered

he didn’t think to ask.


In bum fuzzled flux, he 

barely balances on his steed’s two legs,

his own armored feet dangle out of stirrups.

Never the less, the knight hovers almost fearlessly

on the matte plateau, only moving forward laboriously,

searching for righted-ness.


Although angled into it now 

the desperate upside-down knight’s

head swims in thumping blood

coursing through his helmet

until a new kind of experience suggests itself.

Deciding to take the path with heart,

 the knight’s saddle mysteriously straightens, 

his feet discover the dangling stirrups,

and the earth shifts back right side up

And then, opens up to new possibilities.


-Susan H. Evans


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