We were rangers
on the plains
at peace with the predators
sleeping in the cool night air
the crunch of dry grass beneath
our horses’ hooves
pricking our ears
leather cracking like dry skin
clouds rolling in
painting whirligigs in the sky
winds twirling them ‘round
pointing us home
to shelter
and apple pie
with hot rum
a warm bath
and a cool night’s
sleep
Arianna Sebo is a poet and writer living in Southern Alberta with her husband, pug, and five cats. Her poetry can be found in Kissing Dynamite, The Coachella Review, Front Porch Review, and 45 Poems of Protest: The Pandemic. Follow her at AriannaSebo.com and @AriannaSebo on Twitter and Instagram.