Mural Fragment Depicting a Maguey Bloodletting Ritual, 500–600 CE
Question
by May Swenson
Body my house
my horse my hound  Â
what will I do
when you are fallen
Where will I sleep  Â
How will I ride  Â
What will I hunt
Where can I go
without my mount  Â
all eager and quick  Â
How will I know  Â
in thicket ahead
is danger or treasure  Â
when Body my good  Â
bright dog is dead
How will it be
to lie in the sky
without roof or door  Â
and wind for an eye
With cloud for shift  Â
how will I hide?
from Nature: Poems Old and New. Houghton Mifflin Company, 1994.
Thanks for this wonderful poem—new to me, and for the reflections. I remember my body as horse when I was young and wild— but already 50, racing down mountainside, no thought —cloudless sky. Now I am old and my mind is still wild and rearing to go!!!
oh…! these are wonderful. every day wonderful.