Driving out 522, winding my way through

Were going east, towards the mountain peaks

Feeling the static turn to a humming silence

Not feeling the weight, in fact it is absent

Turning off highway 2

The trees open up to a delicious view

White fences, which hold with what seems,200 horses

The warmth of their scent circles and binds

With everything on earth and the heavens combined

Sugar thoughts floating through my head

Waking me, quietly, from my city bed

Distant and beautiful and carefully composed

Nuisance and vexation are simply disposed

Like little fingers the air touches me

The river is giving me its best melody

The dust from the earth circles my feet

One look to my friend and I know she is pleased

Her lips are shaped in the most pacific smile

Still quiet, now, for almost a mile

Theres a rhythm to the horses plodding along

They too feel we belong.in this place, in this hidden place

Far far beyond the proverbial rat race

I wish I could melt into the protein of these hooves.

My spirit, my being, its been removed

And put into a place that I never want to leave.

In this place, in this way is where I am meant to be.