|Photo: Jodi Hilton
Inside the Church
Inside the church there was a horse and I knew it;
inside the horse there was
a cry all day.
I kept hearing the cry of the day
was the horse.
The run of the year was the
The clamor of hordes was one horse
flanks lathered, the teeth bared.
Unhindered, the horse’s mane triumphant.
In wind, even in no wind, the horse whinnying
over the bowed heads, galloping
over the grass.
The horse, nothing but land
and the length
of the seasons flying. I found
the horse prophesied
the horse I knew, the
horse of childhood
and of death, and of the life between
The poet REBECCA KAISER GIBSON, a lecturer in English,
has been awarded an Artist Fellowship in Poetry from the Massachusetts Cultural
Council and been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. Her poem in this issue was
published in Northwest
Review, featured on Verse Daily,
and anthologized in Cadence of Hooves (2008).