Raising a glass of Prosecco this New Year’s Day to Ruth, our celebratory hostess. Her post from Haiti shares so much goodness — poetry, pumpkin soup, and Palmchats. Cheers to all!
Here’s a playful sestain mystery to kick off Poetry Friday 2021, my first PF visit in six months. 2020 moved in mysterious ways. For some, it provided the space for creativity. For others, the room for creativity was crowded out by so many things. I fell into the second category. But here we are, ready to begin again.
Round and round the ponies go.
Who cares for them? No one knows.
Trotting in circles, day after day,
Changing directions before break of day.
The great equine mystery stops passersby.
How can this be? No one’s sure why!
— Christie Wyman, 2021 (draft)
“Ponyhenge” is a local oddity and minor tourist attraction. If you Google it, you’ll fall down a rabbit hole filled with all sorts of strange photos and blog posts. Located not far from my home, and across the road from the entrance to a new-to-me hiking trail, I couldn’t help but take a peek. An afternoon filled with old and new — exactly my hope for 2021.
Wishing you all a happy and healthy new year, and good riddance to 2020!