Street without streetlights,
not a star in the dark sky,
alone with my thoughts.

Breath flows out slowly,
the bright moon behind a cloud,
mist on my glasses.

Taken together
inconsequential thoughts flare
to dystopia.

The moon in the trees
transforms to a watching eye,
knowing all, and none.

Street without streetlights,
the gentle sound of my shoes
against the pavement.