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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