The Charioteer

for The Honeybee

The sun rides far

like a chariot in the sky

pulled by gleaming horses

and the charioteer sees all

I rode with him once

sight seeing tourist

everything below us so small

the world seemed

a child’s blanket

spread out to make a map

I felt very grand

Until the charioteer turned the horses

away from the haunts of man

he had a secret smile

he knew more than I

at the world’s end he tied his horses

their manes streamed gold

then quiet purple in the wind

and the sea mist rose up

ocean waves crashed

the cliff was bare white

and dizzyingly steep

and then I knew insignificance

the world was grand

and I was small

the charioteer knew all along

I think I’ll ride with him again