Night Walk

The gravel crunches beneath my feet

while the cars cut the air over the way free

The knife-slit air clambors over the field 

and finds itself right next to me. 

It's Growing Dark. Its India Ink

and I am a shade in the glooming 

I past by the fences and the trees

The leaves are cut paper on a dim screen. 

Do I Feel. Do I feel anything. 

Is it Peace, is it Whole, is it seranity. 

Or is the pit of my stomach. 

In warm lake water

Blissed as a dog in the summer heat. 

Somantic. 

I'm moving

Semantic. 

I'm loosening

my tongue into my thoughts

to find the groove, to find the peal, to find the ring.

A sweet sound

A sweet thought

or maybe nothing. 

My feet crunch the gravel underneath. 

When I listen to the sounds of the Urban City

The cars on the highway their wheels are rolling.

Light and Dark, Light and Dark, and then sometimes they nothing. 

The streetlights light my way then sometimes they don't.  

I walk on the sidewalk then sometimes the road. 

I clamber and ponder. I stop and then turn. 

on my way on my way on my way home. 

Oh on my way on my way on my way home.