December 25, 2022
At the Center of the World
At the center of the world
There is a place of many horses
They roam free
A cool pool of water
Waits for them
Buffalo grass grows
Moist and green
The horses form a
Mosaic of colors
Earth tones
Sky tones
Water tones
They play and prance
Circling to the four corners
To the four sacred winds
Always returning to the
Center of the center
The center of the world
Is the center of our story
It is the center of all stories
The songs of our ancestors
Sing to the horses
The voices of our ancestors
Fill the center of the world
With magic
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© the author
by Howard Moon
Howard Moon is a writer and poet. His writing and poetry have appeared in multiple collections and anthologies, Small Change, Montana Mouthful, Das Literarisch Journal, Of Poets and Poetry, Native Skin, Breath and Shadow, Ariel Chart, and more. He has won national, local and regional awards for writing. He is of Native heritage and identifies as BIPOC. In 2012 he suffered a brain injury and has been diagnosed with a mental illness — Pseudobulbar Affect. He has also been diagnosed as a hemiplegic. He is retired and lives in central Florida with his wife and service dog.