Glittering Hypotheticals

The thin cotton shift of daytime slips from the sky,

bunching at the horizon before slipping from the edge,

leaving us in darkness --

a forest of incipient spring growth dimly illuminated

by the above expanse of shivering souls.

The trees are always more relaxed after nightfall,

perhaps relieved to be less observed,

able to stretch their arms without seeming undignified. 

I sit beneath these branches of budding greenery,

each leaf emerging butterfly-like from its cocoon.

I've been here for hours, and my leg is swollen and tired.

It must be nice to swim in that inky darkness,

the midnight pitch that is poured over our sky each evening.

Perhaps someday I can join them.

To be a glimmering freckle of the moon,

to silently judge this crude earth whilst floating in the abyss,

the expanse of the night --

I could be effulgent and not so heavy and cumbersome.

I could be rid of this dead weight I'm dragging behind me as I limp.

But I'm done with that, for now.

For now I'm just sitting.

Reviews

[Angi]

Ben, I am clumsy with reviews, please forgive me. This piece whispered to me softly. I am wound tight when under observation, I can only relax under cover. How wonderful to just sit and let those heavy weights rest for awhile. Just breathing. Lovely piece.