whenever i drive by the small pasture
always the same four horses
three dutiful heads lowered eating grass
the fourth dark brown with one white boot
stands with his head over the fence
watching vehicles pass as if counting
possibly remembering some past time
when his father or father's father
ran free - roaming here and there
where ever the grass grew
and the water ran clear and cool
not unlike so many people
who live in the past or future
while rushing through the moment
trying to get to the next day
when all of the sudden
there is none
there's one in every pack - that one horse or cow that isn't eating, a bird out of formation - one that (perhaps) sees a bit more than the others. Indeed, one can only wonder. =)
alas, what horses and humans have in common is that they both can't quite pin point the exact time and location of their loss of liberty, and just as liberty appears more lost over their fence, it is as lost to humans on the other side.
