Unsettled

The tethered horse at night,

Uneasy, restlessly pulling and snorting under the moon’s milky-blue light

The widened white of the eye

The strong summer wind, heaving the trees in flailing ghostly arms, against the black-lined sky

And demons stir from the soul

To perch high in branches through the veil of dark uncertainty, to fleetingly behold

Making strange, unknown sounds

Unsettled to the core the mind tumbles, trapped in endless fearful rounds

So scared of what might be

The unsettled mare looks for dawn through rain-streaked clouds - and so too it is with me