the horse below me chases the
wind.
I catch sweet tasting
gulps, and
tuck them nice and neatly
into my lungs.
sun caresses the animals mane
and warms its soft pelt.
heat rises up through my legs,
straight to my heart,
out through my eyes
until all the world
is a never-ending dawn.
grass lights beneath
the horses hooves,
and we go fast,
fast,
faster.
time is a blur,
my name is the sky,
the wind is a horse,
racing to deliver
life to still things.
we blow around
earth like
a satellite in orbit.
stars engulf us,
filling our souls
and suddenly we
are h
e
a
v
y,
with what we
were always
meant to have.
magic.
I am the universe
and the horse is
the colors,
the dawn and the suns
and the sky.
I am the oceans
and the horse is
the deepness,
the mystery, the danger,
the life.
I am the forest and
the horse is the roots,
sinking, searching.
slowing.
music replaces the wind
in my ears, as the world
unfolds shakily for me.
stars turn back into
flashing light bulbs.
the metal pole I hold onto
slips in my sweaty grasp.
the carousel crawls
to a stop,
along with my
imagination.
people get off, moving along
to the next section of the
park, to their
cars, to the bathrooms,
to the shops.
I get off,
legs shaky from the
loss of everything, and
pay for another ride.
-V
