Maternal aching calls out for my son.

Death has made you unreachable.

My broken heart is the portal.

My hands are the yearning.

All I want is to touch my baby’s soft head.

A horse appears at this threshold.

Climbing on bareback,

my legs potentized by his power—

valour and majesty—

confidently traveling through the invisible veil.

Riding into freedom,

sun is waiting with blinding brilliance.

Hugging.

Crying.

Pure exhilaration.

A sun-kissed bond remembered.

We gallop into the blazing light.

Now, I know death’s canter.

With each out-breathe,

I wait for his horse—

thundering through the valley,

flying between hoof beats,

sun and I, drumming the earth.