Confused Like Horses
By Rob Wilson
Published 1 January 2021
He sat down and tried
to focus
but couldn't truly
make out the shapes.
Some nights,
he sleepwalks into streetlit
rooms all over
the planet.
You dream of your best friend's
house - it's a collage,
but you'd swear blind it was the real thing.
Us here, we're confused
like horses kick in thunderstorm stables.
The distant end of every tunnel
is darker than the blue of every night above.