The passing hours of this hot-dry
day spook and buck and bolt, swirling
together and scattering apart in a
a howling dust devil of sharp nickers,
skittering hooves, and manure. Alwaysmanure. I’m only human. I march from
water tank leaks to gate repair, trying
to mitigate the day’s erosion and
prepare for the next thing that will be
a thing I’ve never fixed before. Butunder the chaos and distraction and
resistance to the very wind, gravity
is a call to order; a call from the good
earth to my body, soil and water to
muscle and blood. Sister, come sit.
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Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro
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(WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo–I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie. I take these photos with my phone, on my farm. No psych, definitely not high-tech.)
Another beautiful bit of prose. Thank you Anna!
Sent from my iPhone
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Thanks, Peggy. Edgar says hay. I mean, hey.
lovely poem and photo!!
Donkey Zen. Thanks Kate.
Not being verbose, I really like this poem.
Thanks, Chaz. I edited 800 words out.
Jeez Louise…I get this…
I dare say, well said, Anna!
Thanks, Lynell.
Beautifully said! Thank you…
Longear inspiration. Thanks, Jan.
nicely put and brilliant photo, thanks
Thanks, Kate.