Cowboy Boots

I could never buy them. 

My heart aches

For the cattle.

I see them roaming, 

Free in green fields,

Needing nothing more

Than one another,

And the clean taste 

Of grass. 

They pass

Like a scene 

Through car windows,

While we find

God.

While we chase all

We haven't seen,

Searching for the love,

That will set us free. 

It dawns on me

How long I've been running.

Wild sits right

In the sole of my shoes,

In each landscape 

They press upon.

On each exhale of smoke

From the nostrils 

To old country songs that set the tone. 

Yet somewhere in it all

I got lost.

I think I forgot

The still blue skies,

The taste

Of fresh grass

On a fresh, untouched tongue.