Dream Horses Poem by Jill Jones

Dream Horses



Where are your eyes?
Nothing has prepared us for this.

What is earth?
There’s a pain that remembers bone and horn.

Is the sky above?
Only figures in a landscape.

How fast is the wind?
Even the broken floats in dreamland’s waters.

Do you remember when?
You will know when you see us.

Will you take us with you?
Born into the boundless plain.

How long have you been here?
Our names were once Surefoot and Swift.

Do you think we will be happy?
Dream horses do not need your eyes.



— after Clay Horses
by Sidney Nolan

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 29 September 2019

Born into the boundless plain! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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