Wild Hearts

A thousand horses – the wild – the free –

Like waves that follow o’er the sea,

Came thickly thundering on. 

— Lord Byron

The sun was nestling 

above the trees

dappling the mountains 

and dancing across 

the morning grass

as we rounded the bend 

where we first saw them,

majestic, free, beautiful, 

and we paused

in awe and wondered

how it would have been

years ago before

traffic lights and electrical lines,

before roaring engines

and city sounds,

back when there was time

to sit and admire such

marvelous animals

without the urgency

of modern conveniences

that make us move

in unison with a world

too consumed to enjoy

God’s glorious creation,

but we had a few

unfettered moments

suspended in time,

a rare, ethereal memory 

to carry home with us.

—C.L. Fisher, September 2022 in Ruidoso, New Mexico

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