The Horizon

You will find this photo in my post on wildflowers, but I had to recycle it. This view has been calling to me ever since I passed by there the other day. Randy gets credit for the idea.

The stillness

Is full of the noise
Of insects
And birds
Busily going about
Their daily struggle
Of gathering sustenance.
The sound is cheerful --
Almost giddy --
With no indication of
Regret
Or sadness.
Bathed in this flood of
Buzzing-chirping-tweeting-singing
The ear hears only
Silence.
Nothing mechanical is stirring.
No ticking, or humming, or clicking,
Or anything else that does not
Fit.
And the eye is drawn
To the distance
Where a small black dot
Floats on some unseen
Current.
The horizon calls.
The desire to
Put foot to stirrup
And swing a long trot
To the distant mesa
Is almost
Overwhelming.