Eye-Saddle

A girl who loved horses and poetry

once told me there are tricks you can do

on the eye-saddle of time—remembering,

for example, slows the animal down,

while gratitude, near acrobatic in its scope,

is a trick with tears only fountains know

better how to do. Mere riding, she says,

is not the way to do it — see the world, that is

like an outlaw canvassing the landscape

for routes of escape; no, tricks are what it’s all

about, seeing enhanced, seeing as deliverance.

Some just have a knack for it, while others must

work with consternation, fierce attention —

an ointment to the leathery hide they have never fit

between their legs quite as snugly as her:

poet-rider in the eye-saddle, clicking her tongue,

making words go where she wants them,

leading the wind through inertia’s dark grasses. 

Published online April 22 2015.

Sally Ito is a poet and translator who lives in Winnipeg, Manitoba. Her most recent poetry book, Alert to Glory, was published by Turnstone Press in 2011. 


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This piece was published in ‘Poetry Only,’ the Spring 2015 issue of CV2.

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