A Messenger

Yesterday it was a horse. Today, …who knows?

Photo by Šárka Jonášová on Unsplash

A horse waited outside my door.
I asked nothing, I rode it, and we moved on.
It was black in the beginning,
but white became along.
Did it do the color-change or that’s what I saw?
It was my means of transportation the whole morning.
No one noticed; they were distracted.
We were talking while moving;
it felt natural, no need to prove it.
I’m not insane — but who…