How You, My Beloved Late Horse, Fixed My Jammed Stapler Poem by Diana van den Berg

Five years
and five months
and one day
in Heaven
and you are still looking after me.

My stapler jammed
and I used your last hoofpick
which I keep in my bedside drawer
(and your blue blanket on the bed on the other side of me –
you looked so good in blue... but then
you would have looked so good in any colour –
funny thing, your last hoofpick’s handle was painted blue too)
to unjam it.

There are some who will understand, I know.

(29 September 2007)