I sit here under the darkening sky
lost between moments where the buzzing hum of machines
manicure tall grasses and fence posts
and the birds song tries to rise above
higher with the sense of peace
that is evading them.
I hear the leaves crackling as the wind gently blows two or three
into piles caught up in crevices
stacked in a pile between the concrete and screen.
Shades of brown vary at the feet
and the green of everything else
leaves a feeling of lush moist jungle
encompassing the soul in this new atmosphere
and I sit here still in this moment
watching each second tick by
nowhere to be
just this vision and me.