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[Select the image to the right to hear audio of Shaun Griffin reading "Now I Sit the Saddle to Freedom" as well as commentary on his inspirations for the poem.]
Now I Sit the Saddle to Freedom
12:00 noon
Strangely wonderful it is
to bike this path
through eastern Arizona
without a belonging
to say my name.
5:30 p.m.
Crow at my back,
cattle in the creek meadow
and wildfire beyond the ridge—
is Snyder
still
in the lookout tower?
6:30 p.m.
Mountain bluebird,
buffalo, and perhaps
an angel below
the roadside cross—
her death came like rain.
8:30 p.m.
Sunset on the red-orange rocks—
so this is what Abbey saw.
A bike path leads to nowhere—
into the mouth
of Bryce Canyon,
a full moon rises.
Copyright Shaun Griffin. All rights reserved.
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