camping-out

during the time when today is slowing dissolving into tomorrow,

during that time,

we were on a journey,

putting one foot in front of the other

but without running,

we were walking,

in a line 

the cloak of absence of noise 

was our armor,

our sheath.

In a short time,

our weight was no longer supported by our legs

we were sitting

and thousands of 

pinpricks of light

infinitesimal glowing balls of helium

looked down on us 

and it was under their protection

I fell asleep

breathing

there was the smell of refuse,

of water and mud,

of grass and silence,

the world fell away.

In this blackness,

the river was outstandingly white

against the steel mountains

and the night sky was an array of light pollution,

the city,

it partied 

as we lay here

and

every tick was our refuge.

with rocks as pillows,

we listened to our heartbeats,

afraid that this moment was coming to an end,

when it did.

“When a silence is held so sincerely

by so many people

it’s incredibly hard to break it,

it just feels so wrong.”

yes, 

it’s poking a needle through all our hearts

momentarily.