No hunting here, but
nightwalks, yes. Summer nights, when everyone’s asleep, go out, and walk, it’s
dark, except the sky, and that doesn’t help your feet. The occasional street
light, or the humming transistor, but otherwise, quiet. You can’t see where
you’re going, hope no one hit a deer lately. Have to listen with your feet.
Walking in the dark. Walking
into the dark. With nothing to see, your eyes make things, strange shapes that
are gone just as you look at them.
But it’s nice. You don’t have
to share it at night. With everyone asleep, the world is yours.
You could go during the day,
but so can everyone else.
And everything changes. You
can’t see to the horizon.
You know what you saw in
daylight, but that was hours ago. Who knows what’s there now? Besides, it’s a
blank canvas, paint it.
So quiet at night. You can in
fact hear yourself think. And since everyone else is asleep, you have to be
quiet. Can’t go grocery shopping, or do laundry, late at night.
Sometimes I look up at the
branches, and imagine if the branches were faces, or animals. If the wind is a
voice, what is it saying?
Everyone knows what happens
during the day, but what about night. If you were careful, there would be no
signs left behind…
