A Night

A bitter darkness,

A temptation in the moon.

The stars give hope.

A job to do.

Keep your head down, form a purpose if necessary, in the moment.

How many eyes.

Reaction time of the average retina to light.

‘Yardage’ asking myself to cross a silent street.

On the way back hoping to myself. Yardage.

Confirm distance on an uncertain stone.

Confirm time, the moon.

Looking for the unconfirmed,

Uncertainty is the confirmation of certainty.

I ask: ‘Is this what I’m looking for?’

I walk away, a distance.

Counting steps is the comfort I find in.

A cat.

Black; the night.

Unafraid,

I find myself alone.

I cross the road.

Purpose, a yardage.

A silence.

As I find a purpose, a choice.

A look back,

A station,

Perhaps, perhaps,

An absence,

The moonlight ringing, a purpose,

A station.

An exit.

A kind look, I find my footing.

As I count my steps, I count my breaths,

Another kind look.

Familiarity as I begin to breath,

I count my steps.

My shoulders widen as a corridor ahead begets,

A breath, a station.

I cross the street.

I have a job to do.

A silhouette, A fountain, a companion.

A cat.

A familiar face, the moon light.

A silhouette, a corridor, my shoulders widen.

I enter.

A cork pops!

I have a job to do.