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WILD HORSES

Wild Horses

This year, she said
I will ride wild horses
Grow my nails
And travel to a country
Where the language is not mine

And I will have to be vaccinated

From diseases that sound like

Breeds of snake

This year, she said
I will run a marathon
Climb a mountain
I will stop fearing
confrontation
And speak my words
Because I want to be heard
And will no longer judge how they sound

As they emerge

This year, she said
I will jump from an airplane

Lose 10 pounds
Write a book
Write a play
Leave my job
Love harder
Accept greater
Forgive sooner
Be all the things
That I should be being

And then the year
passed
A year of months that were Unexpected

A tumble of events and people

That clouded the resolutions

That changed the direction
Of where she was going

Life spun so hard
That sometimes she could not stand up

And yet at other times
She spun in its glorious whirl

Until she landed

Right here

Right now

Every minute

Every second

Of the year

Etched

On her skin
In her brain

Around her heart

She was different

She was the same

This year, she says
I will ride wild horses.

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