Centaur

it is high noon
the atmosphere is feverish and serene
the air is lushy
made so by sacrifices of fragranced plants
In this miniature Eden
the grasses are a brilliant green
swaying gently to the wind's symphony
in precise rhythm how they dance!
The chaos of civilization echoes by in a distant world
to the valley horizon
a river flow seamlessly
radiating crystal sparkle
at the apex of the hill
stood a creature
its arrogant grace was logic defying
it began its descent down the hill
quickly but unhurried
as it looms closer
a magnificent stallion and rider blur into view
so splendid they were together
i stood entranced by the spectacle
in fluid motion they moved as one
as part of whole and whole of parts
the poise of the rider scintillating
at the zenith of speed
rider and beast became one
assuredly with a certain nonchalance
'took a measured leap past me
all i could do was stare
it was peotry in motion
when i recovered from the awe
i couldnt stop picturing rider and beast
so perfectly fitted
that all my mind could scream
was Centaur!!!