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
Poetic Meanderings 