Allan Peterson

A Horse Remembers

A horse remembers none of its ancestors
heels ascending to splint bomes
and knows not its namesake in the sea
It cannot see itself through history
as I cannot me for my unknowns
sunsets pulled down by their long gold wires
my highest calling from way below hearing
It knows back a few days to an apple
and stands satisfied under a moon under a live oak
that stands amid histories
cypress cut to stumps magnolias by lightning
The horse sees the man who would ride her
coming down from the heretofore
with his wherewithal

Allan Peterson’s most recent book is This Luminous, New and Selected Poems. Some other titles include Precarious; All the Lavish in Common (Juniper Prize); and Fragile Acts, a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award. He lives and writes in Ashland, Oregon. Website:

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