Is it beyond the great fields to the west? Is it beyond the barn to the South where the sounds of cars, bikes and dogs waver in the heat? Do I long to run through grass and weeds – maybe see the cows up close? I’ve felt something special in the deep drifts of snow; is what I’m looking for at the ends of the earth in the endless white? Sometimes I lay in bed and gaze out the window at the contrast of trees against the sky. Should I learn to fly? I have searched the gravel and the paths in the yard. I have tried looking at the PC screens with Andreas, I have sniffed the scent of rabbit and fox in unfamiliar ditches and listened for the mighty badger in her holes… should I go there?
Oh! When I see you, take you gently in my teeth and ponder the prospects of catching you in the air, I know my search ends with you.