Window open just a crack, Cool air on face and neck. Warm body under blankets Breath like the ocean waves. Sound of traffic slices shapes through the air. A plane passes overhead like a crackly Thunderbird. Voices talk in the background and I imagine I am another animal, and the vocalisations become like the mysterious utterances of another species. I listen detached. Breath at the centre of it all. Even at the very centre of my being. Which is hollow and empty like an inner cave.
Night
Window open just a crack,
Cool air on face and neck.
Warm body under blankets
Breath like the ocean waves.
Sound of traffic slices shapes through the air.
A plane passes overhead like a crackly Thunderbird.
Voices talk in the background and
I imagine I am another animal, and the vocalisations become like the mysterious utterances of another species.
I listen detached.
Breath at the centre of it all.
Even at the very centre of my being.
Which is hollow and empty like an inner cave.