Far West Dreaming.(Completed Poem).

This sympathy for The Outlaw -

Where does it come from?

I would have hated to have been Sundance -

Holding up mail trains and robbing banks -

Rampaging through bordellos with Pinkerton

                                                  on my tail,

I am too much of a hermit for that sort of thing,

A Zen Buddhist with a liking for old Jesus,

(I love Tenebrae but don`t fetishize the theology).

But to ride a half wild pony across the prairie,

That is my perfect heaven;

The dawn wind hitting my bare face -

The raw sun burning my cheek bones:

And every bird and tree and cloud so wondrous

I would never crave to enter a city again. 

Trevor John Karsavin Potter,

16th. - 17th. December 2022.