In My Dreams

In my dreams I am outrunning horses They strive to catch up, whinnying and neighing I laugh; my hair is streaming so hard in their faces. I am now the wind, catching them up in an exuberant way I fling them onto a mountain top with other horses, free and wild. They nod their approval, knowing I will send a helicopter full of oats and hay. Even though I fear horses, I wish them well. Even in my dreams.