Here there’s space.
The chaos of the town’s been cleared aside.
No looming buildings: no obstructions.
Eyes track to the horizon,
Dreams awaken and are released
Your soul speeds along the lines to freedom, adventure…..
Without moving a muscle,
Just you and your scolded cheeks,
The anger and indignation that propelled you out
Is suddenly humbled by Dark.
Eyes track to the skies,
To scudding burnt sienna clouds, and intermittently, the moon’s steady eye.
The wind concertinas…….
You sway a little,