Horse Story

then we were at the top of the hill
and we rushed down
the amber hours falling all around

I dreamed I was like the wind
and with the wind I flew
then it was school again

and time to sit so still
and daydream, sometimes,
out the window sill

where the scarlet leaves
followed their course.
oh I am like a horse

who can run forever
though a small one.
this I knew

and thinking it through,
I know it still.

mary angela douglas 13 september 2017