String of Ponies

by Lisa Fields

Tied with room

to lay down and rise

protected

in their closeness

from prowlers

of the night

I watch them

from a place

beyond the trees,

their backs in parallel lines

coats glossing

soft

in the lavender dusk-

black

chestnut

grey

I think of my time

as one of them

lithe and

light of bone

brown-eyed,

dark trimmed-

a shining pony                                              

delightful, exciting

until our touch

grew deep

and

he turned away

to seek the shallows

12-13-18

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Lisa Fields lives in Southwestern New Mexico. Writing poetry expresses her desire to be immersed in a state of balance. Her inspiration comes from the joy of wild places and the challenge to live happily in the domesticated world. She is a contract writer for Quirine Ketterings, Professor of Nutrient Management in Agricultural Systems, Cornell University, Ithaca, NY. In her home state of NY, Lisa served the farming community as an Extension educator for 10 years, and then worked for 10 years as a self-employed advisor.