In what Elysian field do you now graze,
Was I once fearless, freed of myself and time;
freed from restraint?
Did I not look before I leapt –
galloping around an old race-track;
reckless, windswept –
trusting the spirit of an ex-racehorse
to outrun the powers of Fate?
Did some dim memory of a centaur’s bond
precipitate that headlong course?
Chiron, your lesson I now recall
when upon your noble back
I was at one with your flying hooves
and the rushing earth flung upward and stinging;
at one with the crack of the brushwood fence
and the springy turf springing.
You carried me beyond myself,
freed from the manacles of caution
to a higher plane above;
now in retrospect , I know it was a foretaste of that transcendence,
that unfettering of the soul; the exhilarating grace of love .