The Journey.

I am pairing my paintings or photographs with my poetry. First, I wrote the poem "The Journey" and then I photographed a hobbyhorse. I don't remember anyone choosing the stationary hobbyhorse, do you?

The Journey

Rushing for first choice
Glossy red and gold carrousel horse
Slides high then low
On polished pole.
Bells, whistles, hundreds of blinking lights.

Mobile stallions
Tightly held by adventurous spirits.
Cushioned benches cradle timid souls.

Merry Go Round
Goes round and round
Up and down, up and down

My horses’ colors fade;
Jerks, sticks, squeaks.
Leather strap holds me captive.
My head dizzy like a spinning top.

“Let me off,” my voice loss
Among organ music filled air.
In the basement of my mind, I’m crying
“It’s all a mistake,
I didn’t buy a ticket!