Pony

The new medication was making me dizzy.  Finally I stopped taking it.  Halfway through I realized the dizziness was only part of it.  Blurred vision was another piece.  Then I realized the pony had been missing
for weeks.  I didn*t even see the pile, or that digging was a possibility.  I forgot I could look for the pony.  Or that I am a pony person.  Now I hear him again.  And I remember that I forgot.

I am a pony person.

There is always a pony buried

In whatever pile I find.

I only have to dig deep enough

To find the pony

Everywhere.

I keep digging

Until I find him.

He is always there.

When he disappeared,

I did not notice

He had gone missing.

Now I hear the soft nicker

When everything is quiet.

I did not notice

He had gone missing.

Now I hear him.