Saturday night. Full
February moon.
A starlit walk to clear
my head
from a day indoors with
a poorly son.
Gales and storms have
rinsed the sky,
leaving behind branches
on the ground,
a deep black blank
canvas above.
Full moon, casting
bright milky glow.
Centre stage, stars
hidden by light as if by shadow.
Only brave Orion
holding back the reflected light.
I walk through urban
silence.
Little sound but
distant cars and muffled tvs.
Too late for songbirds,
too early for owls.
Drawn through the
streets to the edges.
Walking until the
lighting columns end.
A strategic gap.
Darkness of fields between towns.
This unlit road is
ancient, they say.
A road back in time.
Across neolithic
fields.
Another night I'll
cross the calling fields.
Another night, another
moon.
Tonight my home calls
stronger.
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