Horse Wanderer Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

I pause to absorb this glacial beauty

within the breath of my naked eyes

and my vehicle remains quiet

like a mouse

thinking I am just another Iceland tourist

lost in amazement at this porsmork landfill

a glacial dance of rocky undulation

where tributaries are without rest

meandering in the cornea of the dark-blue sky

with passion like a Viking god

silently you straddle alongside my open window

make your traditional greeting

rear-ending my metallic companion

and without a neigh you poke your face

through my open window

look me in the eye

with an animal sniff

sneaking appreciation

or approval

then continue on your uncaring path

a horse wanderer with a pebbled mind.