A Wake for Sleep

Through the curtains, sheer into the evening, light from a darkening sky shyly peeks between leaves in trees outside, allowing only little pale blue splotches to shine through the fabric. Reassurances that the day still has time, and that night has yet to come, fade like those illuminated patterns on drapes. Skin recomposes on the body of memories triggered by shapes in the shadows. As today dies outside, yesterday rises.

Across the mud and dirt ruts that pass for a road, grass grows black. The distance disappears. Unresolved thoughts, as all melds into shades of gray, massage a cool comfort for tired toes imagining touching the dark, dewy ground.