muddy boots, thoughts of rain,

air, air,

chilly morning in haze

red barn door contrasting 

murmur of anxious nickers asking

you caress,

brown eyes and hooves

saddle and reins tighten,

awaiting, awaiting,

the racing of two

girth groans the saddle creaks 

you feel,

the wish with happiness 

the urge of the wind says

come, come, 

it beckons and lifts you up

invisible hands that reach beneath 

your arms and wrap around you