Where would I wish to go?
And who might do the carrying?

If carried by a cloud,
wherever the wind blew-
Watching shadows float
across the landscape below

Not simply reclining, but
looking through binoculars

Searching the trees, flowers,
and people below in hopes
of greater understanding

If carried by a horse-
Sitting tall, laughing
As my hair flows behind me
Holding tight to the reins

Exploring places only
The horse knows how to find

Admiring hidden
landscapes, amazed.
I’d have so much to learn.

As with any trip,
It would eventually
come to an end

And I would free
fall, confident
You’d catch me
and carry me home