The trouble with the prairie is
You need a horse
The prairie is high and wide and long
Steps are too small
Walking doesn’t work
on the landscape
There is so much to see and you`re stuck in one place
And the wind,
You miss the wind because you`re too short and slow
On a horse it’s different
You don`t stay in the same place
In no time you are on the top side of the hill.
In front a new horizon
Looking back you see
Where you have been
In the centre
Seeing the world from a new point,
You can feel the wind
Whipping your hair, drying your teeth
Its smell mixing with horse sweat and sage
On a horse you belong.
The endless sky, the dry grass, the blazing sun
Open space, real and always there.
The trouble with transition is
Moving to a different place
Doesn`t work when the steps are small
Stuck on the old side of the hill
With no horizon in front
You can’t be in the centre
And see it all
Just endless sameness sitting on the edge
Wondering
Where is the wind?
Where is the open space?
And for heaven’s sake
Where is my horse?
