Exile Poem by Vi Lanflagle

Cool winds
Blow from far away.
The heat intense
Still through the breezes.

Figures in the dark
Rumble over the hills -
Thumping, pounding hooves.

Through it I stay put,
Heart beating rapidly,
Yet still as stone,
Breath coming quickly, lightly.

They ride past,
Oblivious to my presence,
On their way to wherever.

Staying low,
Heart still gently thudding,
I continue the way they came,
Running from them.

Hidden from all.
To them I never existed.
All is as it should be.

(July 18,2007)