Aboriginal.
The taste of liquor lingers in my mouth.
Sweet.
Sour.
Poison flavored.
I always wonder.
Is there in the world any other way
to spend nights.
Nights.
I never quite enjoyed
drinking in daytime.
I don’t know.
For some reason
i always thought that strong spirits are meant
for the dark.
When the very few occasions I am at the beach
I drink beer.
But, again
not strong liquor.
Like i said,
strong spirits are meant for
obscurity.
Shadow time.
Party time.
Time for ultraviolet
vision.
Or
senses beyond
our human
capabilities.
I am a city guy.
Never lived out in the countryside.
So, I am not like an Australian aboriginal
who listens to unheard noises.
That feels what nobody else feels.
That senses the ghosts around us.
That smells
even the smallest worm
digging a home
in the soil.
No.
But…
I am a night creature nonetheless.
Limited.
Scared.
Aware.
Of my surroundings.
Of my own limitations.
With my eyes wide open.
Taking the faintest
light wave
from the street lamps
from my imagined sight
from the distant stars…