This is what happens when you spend the day with Marie.
She makes things come alive.
And then she takes you for a drive.
Rain, snow, hail around us.
Marie turns on the radio.
Debussy sounds like Erik Satie.
We talk of love.
“Love and Peace,” she says.
We arrive at our destination.
La vieille jument is waiting for us.
The old brown mare.
We have brought her favorites, carrots, and a bag of dry bread.
Marie stands under an umbrella, I have worn my hat.
She wants to take my picture, feeding the old brown mare.
When all the bread is gone
and the mountain hail is strong
we climb back in the car.
Marie rolls down the window and pulls up to speak to the horse.
Hail stones fly into the car, everything is wet.
We’re not cold, we’re happy, but when I mention it,
what does Marie have to say?
“No problem! It will dry!”