Unbridled (Napowrimo2020, Day 12)

There are days when the moon starts eating itself

The darkness around, an escape; and in counting stars

You hear your heart beat; as time becomes a sea dragon,

A silhouette in the horizon, body stays ashore and you swim

Swims relentlessly for solid footing in the wild wind

Carrying deaths and penury; you become a wild stallion

Of prayers and turmoil. Nothing puts you under bridle

When you catch back your body the wind swirls into your self

Like an unfathomable trance; when dinner gets served

Life falls into the routines of a masked calmness, sleep

Is a bruised nurse on whose lap the body rests,

The black stallion still awake, staring at the horizon…