The Trouble With the Prairie

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?