Journal entry from 1979
Journal entry August 8, 2014, 8:01 pm
In the long quiet heat
the pinto pony stands in his postage stamp corral at the end of the road
near the mailboxes.
Some new people have moved in.
I feel so sorry
that such a lovely animal is trapped in a small space. I wonder
who rides him
There is no room for him to run, no space for kicking up heels.
So perfect, so lovely, and so alone.
He waits each day for fresh hay and when I go by the house I never see people around.
Where are the children who run out to greet such a beautiful creature?
I call it pet slavery.
Maybe I am wrong.
I am wrong.
Journal prompt: Go through your past journals and pick something that you’ve written that you like. Then write about what is going on in your life right now. Take a ‘snapshot’ of one feeling, one incident, and write a poem or a few brief paragraphs about it.