I stood by,
as the horses blurred,
Pegasus neighed,
and the unicorns deferred
to the tiger’s whirr.
The elephant’s trumpet
can scare the camel –
up-and-down, he’ll flee,
but still, they’re blurred.
Finally, immobile and silent,
my eyes found purchase
on the detail that I desired –
a cloaked and beautiful rider.
She had passed me
a thousand times
and she would pass
a million more,
but in the flicker
of my dreams,
[if I brave the lion’s roar]
I can watch her pass
and feel her joyful laughter,
roared from the backs
of her carousel horde.
©️ Obol, 2020.