Between

Behind, ahead,
the dawn, the dusk,
the undimming and the dimming
of the bounded, measured world;
time's unremitting tread.

But that morning as Xau set out,
his horse beneath him,
his men about him,
his wife beside him,
leaving court and capital
for the windblown grass
of the horse country,
day warming round them,
hooves sounding on the road--
that morning on the cusp of summer,
time paused.
Held still.
No cloud could mar Xau's mood,
brimming and overbrimming
as he shared his horse with Suyin,
his youngest,
four years old, going on five,
her hair fresh-washed,
the smell of it,
her laugh.

Behind, ahead,
his crown, his duty,
the large and lesser loads:
the battle's dead,
a child unheld.

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Mary Soon Lee was born and raised in London, but has lived in Pittsburgh for thirty years. She is a Grand Master of the Science Fiction & Fantasy Poetry Association, and three-time winner of both the AnLab Readers' Award and the Rhysling Award. Her latest poetry book, "How to Navigate Our Universe," answers vexing questions such as "How to Surprise Saturn" and "How to Survive a Black Hole." She hides her online presence with a cryptically named website (marysoonlee.com and an equally cryptic Twitter account (@MarySoonLee).