sky shade

i like to plug up my hear holes with noise,
walking down the dimming streets all blue with post-sunset, a spacey melody stirring up smooth waves of atmosphere in my brain.

and the world goes past me silent. in all its real movements, stiff and mechanical, i still can tred across the ice, splintering the puddles as i go.

feet dig down against the sidewalk and all things fade behind me. The woods, the yellow shades of the street lamps, the bridge- now in mist, sleeping.

the dark field by the road is covered in snow and shadow. it spreads out in front of me like a river widening when it rains, creepin up the hill, washing out over the street. Filling up the buildings, drowning the tallest trees.
Desire. for my feet to be consumed in gushing water, to watch my knees weaken in the cold. to let my head fall back and the water to flow. to lift up this girl, carry her back to the river to float alongside the shadows from the reeds.

i open my eyes to brightening stars nestling into the sky shade.
i bask in the cool glow it casts and think
what a fool am i.