attempt

abode
I felt the darkness
tonight it followed me home
clinging to my heart

small shadows
small bits of darkness
they are always there
we walk into them, and out again
like sunlight through leaves
in an ancient sleeping forest

light and darkness pour over my skin
and drip from my fingers
untamed pools of life
form at my feet

I drink
.................

To feel too much

All the time watching, listening, waiting.
For what? I don't really know.
It pulls me forward around the corner of every day
and sails me through the night.
Why this feeling of freedom at night?
As if the glass is thinner,
and the horizon has come to rest in my heart.

.......................

a small drama going to work one day.....

meal
above the traffic
a hawk dives to its first meal
separate worlds

......................

(Much is stirring about tonight.)