Giving myself up for dead
I got myself lost in the back country,
romping out of the barn on a jet black horse
just as day broke. Rode
wild and loose
for a long ways. Lost
my bearings.
I’ve nosed my old horse around ever since
studying every bleached-boned hint of a trail,
every wagon rut, dry gulch
cattle run that might lead home.
At last I stumbled upon
an old ghost of a prospector
who advised me to drop the reins.
Let that tired, hungry horse under me
find its own way back to the stable.
I might not like the route or ride it takes,
but return, the old man said,
by giving myself up for dead;
by dropping all pride and purpose,
false hope, shallow expertise
to surrender completely,
beyond any intent or desire.
O child of God, not a trace of resistance!
Surrender tolerates no dishonesty.
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