Escape

The light is dim: the western horizon is obscured.

The willow branches look like green rain: frozen and suspended,

Misty yet immovable. Most other trees are skeletons: disrobed -

Bare against a cold, pale sky. A pool of dark peach holds fuzzy reflections of them.

Another watery surface is illuminated by amber and emerald, but it stretches the light, gaining a night-time city feel.

 

The longing was there today -

For escapism and a more romantic

Life - the one that makes me question my sanity, for being so strong.

And I’ve seen it - on a building,

In the steeple of the church; the mist of the willows and a similar haze across the surface of the river.

Earlier, blossoms were turned gold by the afternoon sun. And currently, my mind could explore the strip of pink in the sky... - mystical faeries? I’m by a bridge and a troll could be lurking nearby...

 

The stars are beginning to appear. I came out late, when time has always been short. But weekend resolutions have failed after freedom trips out of town - or simply because of a laziness that could become destructive.  

 

Oops - the streets near home are shadowed by dusk. My bag strikes rhythmically against my leg, one of its contents an unfinished task. But everyone is selfish once in a while.

 

Look at the darkness - it’s not summer yet. The sun has been teasing you: playing on your craving for solitude and independence.

 

Fumble for the keys, realise they’re not there. Get let in and know the walk is over.