autumnal tumble

i wake
to a hypnogogic vision
of animals on stampede
out of the great cosmic cave.

rumbling,
tumbling,
twisting --
the vibratory
reverberations
launch me wild
out of my bed
to join the migration.

i run alongside
a purple horse
and hurdle myself on,

clinging to its mane

unbridled and unbound in the night,
free with my delight.

woman ends.
what bones are these?
mine?
its?
hair flies
who can tell its owner?
who cares.

hooves and feet
fly so fast
that time blurs
and slows
and stops.

in the dreamtime now
with a band of feral brumbies,
the alpha leads the way
through the mystery
and fear falls away
like autumn's dead.

(copyright 2011)