The Host

Happy and sad, elated and miserable, secure and afraid, loved and denied, patient and angry, peaceful and wild, complete and empty… all of it. I would feel everything. It would all be mine.

was nice that way-always trying to give me what I wanted, even when what I wanted was unclear to either of us.

Strange world, isn’t it?”

It was a few seconds before I could answer.

“The strangest,” I finally agreed.

“You see. She even tries to lie in his defense.”
“Tries being the operative word,”

“Strange world, isn’t it?”
It was a few seconds before I could answer.
“The strangest,” I finally agreed.

How will I know

in thicket ahead

is danger or treasure

When Body my good

bright dog is dead

How will it be

to lie in the sky

without roof or door

and wind for an eye

with cloud for a shift

how will I hide? –May Swenson

Body my house

my horse my hound

what will I do

when you are fallen

Where will I sleep

How will I ride

What will I hunt

Where can I go

without my mount

all eager and quick