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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem