RIDER ON THE STORM

my steed gallops faster than ever now

with two wolves named Evolution and Progress

nipping constantly at its hooves

only slowing to a trot or better moments of rest

when we’ve given our canine companions the slip

it won’t be long before they catch up

drawn to this pony’s ever changing colors

brilliant in sunshine’s reassuring rays

seductively somber amid the dark of moonless nights

only the rainbow envies what we’ve become

though our own pot of gold shining but in metaphor

we know no camouflage to offer shelter from the wolves

except what truth still to be found in black or white

the preeminent folly of ones and zeroes rising

together we wear a mask of electronics

letting both foe and friend know who we are

sometimes a stallion other times a mare

giving birth to intelligences

sadly no choice in the rushing but left behind

to be raised in the wild by those same dogs

that chase us without respite through the seasons

ever questionable ambassadors to the whole equation

where for thirty orbits and more

my steed and I have braved the eyes of humanity

the only whip those hounds will ever know

and yet despite the intellect of canines weaning digital mustangs

let loose on the world to find their own masters

the beauty of a rainbow no matter the season

offering we hunted only this bittersweet struggle

the precise ambiguity of an artistic and mathematical marriage

continues to drive all parties on to what might only be oblivion

it’s October now

leaves once again change their colors

falling only to be launched by the quickening of our hooves

the wind grows mean in subservient preparation

for that won’t and will of what must always be done

not far off another Summer calls to us

in anticipation

this union already treading through knee deep snow

my mare my stallion

snorts streams of history from its nostrils

in testament to our continued survival

carrying us forward in the realization

that rider upon horse

wolves and rainbow together cast upon this timeless rock

with whatever god drives us

are but one in the same