Ivan Dobnik - Vilenica

And I’ve been groomed
to use this tongue
these fingers and not to second guess it
I don’t share your need to hear the music
from a hoof that doesn’t know the tune it’s playing;
I grew with them, can catch the wildest,
calm the highest strung, though
I no longer have the need to.
I know horses
and they know nothing or very little, of me
and that is how it should be.
This is not a Poem
I didn’t write it,
it landed in and I was fluent
phyletic it was, I stepped
from some subway of the mind
and mistakenly made land
through a different portal
where I got turned Alice-like
with wonder, new scripts
were lucid though, words
and grammar flowing
the way I’d always spoken
my feet walking uninstructed
knew exactly where to go
and they hit new footpaths
as familiars, I’m not saying
it wasn’t different,
and it stayed strange
stayed foreign but I’d lost
my precious xenophobia
and as I took my bearings
I saw inexplicably
how I already know
all that’s here worth grasping
including the sharp fact
that knowledge is never
legal tender when you’re trading
on a market of emotions
I knew it and I know it
but here I am; still walking.
Sarah Clancy · 413