The Chase

Unmistakable, that sound Hooves clattering on the arched Wooden bridge In pursuit Keenly aware of the thumping Of my own heart As the woods on the other Side of this ancient traverse Offered escape Pine needles and moss underfoot I weaved my way under mountains And over rushing rivers to a shelter I’ve visited before A cool drink of mountain creek water A stone’s throw away A stone’s throw Away 12/4//12