THEY RODE

They rode like the light 
when it lets itself flow 
through forests and along rivers
like The Mystic. They rode
for no other reason than to remember
to think about bright things -- 
the burnished river they rode beside, 
the bringers of the good news 
that is everywhere, 
the wisdom of roads 
and small stones in driveways
and birds scattering suddenly 
because of simple happiness --
just above him, in fact, 
as he helped these words 
work together on this page.