my journey began
and ended at twilight
i didn't know that just yet
but it was an uneducated guess
that i was willing to take

my eyes caressed the valley
lit by the faint glow
of the autumn crescent moon
looking for nothing in particular
but everything
simultaneously

something to marvel at would be
the way the owl shoots out sound waves
and they travel across the desolate air
entering my mind

this is a primitive moment
something time will always hope to be
but never quite make it there

it wouldn't matter if the trees grew upside down
we wouldn't know the difference