Equine Enlightenment

I live for this.
This sense of freedom
From a source so simple
Lean down to feel
A flaxen flowing mane
Flicking and brushing my face
With feather fingers so soft
The warm and sharp scent
Of a horse's dusty coat
Like velvet
(With the grain it's smooth).

And looking out through her ears
As if through a copper lens
And seeing the vast expanse of waving grass
Sparse as wheat in parts
Or glimmering jade with freshness
Replicated only in my heart
And in the soul of my companion
Viewing the same landscape as I
But through different eyes
Eyes unable to see the harshness of the dead grass

Heaven is high
And earth wide.
If you ride 16 hands higher
Above the ground than other men,
You will know what that means.