Its cover of darkness, the comfort of a well worn duvet.
Its quite stillness and calm, a welcome to respite to the heat and bustle of the day.
I want to sit, in the moment; walk, alone with thoughts; smile, with the wind; and just be.
Instead, because it is late, I head for the train. I want to linger, but I should just go home.
Too bright, too hard, too shiny, too plastic and too choke full of people. Garish. It repulsed me so much, but I stepped into the crush anyway.
Which is reality, and can’t I choose?
Carried by the wind, dissolved into darkness.
The coolness licks and sweeps
past your skin
taking the first layer
of you into the sky
tickling and swirling–
there you go, playfully
round and through the leaves
shooting you past
The biggest howl
sweeping the rest of you off the ground
And there’s nothing left
you’re everywhere and nowhere
permeating the world
and the dark of the night.