Not wanting to be
Or controlled, only
Seeing open plain and terrain
So I just run, run and go to
The next highest point.
And me, running to the other side.
Don’t put your hands on me, don’t put
A rope around my necknor pulling me
Just interact, compassion, communication–
The air is my addiction, faster I go, faster
I perambulation down that path..
Write myself a song on a treeside. Would
That work– think so..
Chasing the air and the dragonflies around
The stable, I’m out here, I don’t want to
See that place, those rectangles– that’s supposed to
Be home? I’d rather be in the open lone– nothing
More known.. my mind windblown. Sitting
For a second, need to rest before the river
Crossing. How long is that.
I don’t know.. everything stops…
And I just stand, expecting the predator
Type. But nothing arrives.
My stage is mine still– not at all
Just waiting for next trot.