Night Hooves

My eyes gaze
Into utter gloom
Fixed upon midnight.

My senses condense

Into the singularity
Of sound.

Distant

Yet approaching

Thunder night hooves.

What steed must thrust

From withers such as these!

A pale horse comes

Treading thermals
Pounding stone
Flashing rivers
Vexed neither
By mountain nor prairie
Closing miles as inches.

Coming as fever.

Coming as storms.
Coming as dissolution.

Coming for me.