Out of place.
I don’t remember how I got here
out in the wild treading lightly
at night staring up at the white-gray clouds
my path lighted by the incandescent moon lamp
hearing crickets and distant owls
hearing nighttime birds singing quietly
songs of enclosures to overcome
songs of defiance
songs of hidden places
I watch the occasional forest cat
making its rounds looking for pray
I see other smaller creatures that fear the day
carefully creeping out of their holes in the ground
aware of any odd sound any sudden move
Here
I take my protein from ancient dinosaurs
my sugar from forbidden fruits
my water from bluish rain
but remain soul starving
detached from memories
detached from myself.
