Footsteps tapping lightly against the road beneath my feet,
I walk under the streetlights; across concrete rivers I leap-
Spotlight on! Dancing under the orange light
with nothing but the buzzing of insects to accompany me with their flight.
And so I go on foward
deep into that unseen night.
The wind rustles in the bushes behind me,
its cool touch tickling my skin.
I shiver in delight, or maybe surprise;
for the moment, the wind is my kin.
The road ends suddenly, at the base of a hill
and there stands one last streetlight.
Standing tall, solemn, unfazed:
a disapproving parent.
It gazes at me with its one glowing eye
and for a moment I feel an urge to stop -
but the wind blows the grass and sings an alluring song
and I know I must go to the top.
The grass sways all over the hill,
a midnight dance without invites.
And although the way ahead is dark and dim,
I go foward into that unknown night.
The climb is steep, but each step might as well be
one freed from the omnipresence of gravity.
For as I go into the dark night,
the dark night calls out to me
until I finally make it and see
I am alone.
I stand for a while, savoring the air,
Thoreau's isolation made repeat.
The stars consume me, and the darkness cloaks me,
and for that instant: I am free.