Ponies, words are marbles…
Monday, July 14th, 2008
It is late and my eyes are tired. I am resigned to go to bed, but also wary of bed and all my muddled dreams. The recurrence night after night, the flights, the landings in cities I do not know – or maybe it is the same city night after night – some nights it is Paris, some nights I do not know, the strange streets and buildings. These shadowy people, the way their faces cease to be clear. The searching. The oceans and their strange coloured waters. Come back to me. Again.
This Sunday past was filled with ponies. I took my Lyrical girl out for a ride, and despite not having been able to ride for the past many weeks, she behaved herself quite sweetly and did not try to toss me headlong into the meadow – for which I was very happy. It felt so good to be back up on her – but today it rained and there was no chance to go out – maybe tomorrow. I gave her a bath when we got back to the barn – she immediately went and rolled in the muck and turned her rosy grey self a deep rusty brown. So I gave her another bath, and this time she consented to remaining clean.
Wrestled with the little Sophie rotten pony – who reared and twisted with me in tow as I tried to trim her hooves. Playing blacksmith is not so much fun some days. I put her in front of a big bunch of green grass and she then behaved herself nicely, but not before a few bruised were scored ( score 1 ~ pony, score 0 ~ K). But in the end her little hooves were done.
The mosquitoes are frightening at the moment. We went to let Portobello in and also let in about 1000 mosquitoes that were clouding around him. When I wiped his fat self with a towel, the dead carcasses of hundred of the bloodsuckers fell to the floor and the towel was all bloody. Yuck. And poor piggie. He really cannot stay out past dusk any longer.
the way an atom is
everywhere at once, existing in multiples
vibrating simultaneously, but
altered
my thoughts
are your thoughts. in at least
one universe anyways. your
words spill wholely formed
crystalline marbles that tumble from
my mouth one
by one.