RACING A WINDHORSE

by Jnana Hodson

fortune-cookie
prayer flags
flutter and billow
in unbridled wind

unlike supplication
that weeps and bleeds
in the face of hunger, illness, and slaughter

righteousness
walks beside
gladness
and lamentation

as feet impress
mud, some
lungs expand
even what’s holy

if your daily bread
is sufficient
then give part
to others

this is not escape
but a homeward route
where heavenly freedom
races

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