Time hasn't changed here.
I still come alive at night
to feel the ground breath
exhaling the day’s heat.
The earth’s sweet sighs are carried on the wind,
embracing me like an old friend.

I listen.
The stars are out.
Arranged in all their glorious chaotic order.
I want to hear their whispered conversations,
in a language I'll never comprehend.
I find myself between the light and the void,
and then lose it again under these stellar skies.

Tomorrow is pressing at the edges,
filling me with a need
to do, to think, to say
things with the consistency of meaning.
It’s nothing I can ever manage.

The rain begins so slowly
almost as if it were hesitant,
but the clouds soon find confidence.
I let my thoughts pour like the storm
In little rivets, falling in the air
bursting on the ground, dried and forgotten.
The here and the why and the what for.
Each one precipitated and each one, unanswered.

Light is finding its legs
silencing the stars as it creeps along.
For a precious agonizing moment,
everything is silent.
I close my eyes and dream,
There’s always been comfort in a sunrise.