Walking home from work
On a hot day, dark night.
The moon drunk with heat,
hanging lower then usual.
its light dripping like sweat
over this sleepy town.

The stillness is so calming
and the feeling of living without will,
or purpose seems to suit me just fine.

Realizing that the earth has a smell
and that I am inside of it.
That ally's have faces and that people
can be as shapeless and purposeless as trees still in the midnight heat, with no wind to make them come alive.

These are the days I count.......
and Its all I need to look up.....without expecting god.