I am waging war

I bleed my city

its milky way

of illuminated windows

is the backdrop

for my shuffling step

my barefoot verse

my sweet escape

Out here

the cow bells are ringing

the lights are fewer

are distinct

Who am I

without the constant noise,

the stream of countless

human

experience?

What is my name

when there’s no need

for names?

Are the mountains calling

for my step

when the sun sets

without a hint of orange?

Or am I hearing voices?

Has my wonder left me

already?

I can still hear the beat

the pulse

of the universe

dancing –

There are sparks in the sky!

From a bonfire

not a short-circuit heart…

How am I going to survive

on peace of mind

and solid ground?

I bleed my city

and pray

for acid rain.