How does one know

How many quarts of blood 

A horse courses

Unless one is that horse 

Shaking a free mane

Unbridled as a wide sky

Insistent as the hoof beats

Pound against a heart

60 beats a minute

40 quarts strum hot

And loud 

A bold ecstatic bass

Reverberates your veins

Run 

Run for all the herd

And all their worth

Throw the mundane harness

Snort and stamp 

Make for the wild hills

Sara Mathews      September 2021