This Morning Feels Like Twilight

This morning feels like twilight 

The sun is shining above

But it’s blurrier than I remember 

I can’t tell where the sun ends and the sky begins 

The heavens are a wash of blues and yellows

Rolling over one another endlessly 

I don’t know what it signifies 

The land is a mess of traffic lights and roadworks 

The land is a tapestry of green and purple, 

Rolling hills spread in all directions, arching upwards to the sky 

The land is a mosaic of footpaths 

A thousand veins that run this way and that,

Winding through the hills 

The paths go everywhere and I am at their centre 

A crowd of people are being swept up a hill 

I am one of them 

Their faces are indistinct somehow 

Or perhaps mine is

A wind is pushing us along 

Does it sting?

Is it a frigid gale at a midnight bus stop, 

Tearing through the clothes you hold tight to your body?

Is it a summer breeze?

One that whisks a thousand children’s kites in to the air? 

One that awakens the birds,

That drifts through a thousand kitchen windows on a thousand sunny mornings? 

I can’t tell 

I’m not alone 

If we are all alone then we are not alone 

I do feel alone sometimes

This morning feels like twilight 

There are a thousand eyes watching me but i can not see them 

The sky is looking down at me 

In anticipation?

In pride?

In disappointment? 

I’m not sure which I fear the most