Nocturnal Mystery

The sun is down and you’re standing on the platform all alone with night that friend who never questions… But dawn is looming with its predictable answer never asking what went on before as you stand there and wonder… Does all confusion surrender to the darkness or is there but one confusion wherein your mind is set free to rush through the empty spaces and moments… Looking beyond what your eyes betray you sit down at the back of the platform and open your journal while closing your eyes… New words to be told no time to be old one truth to behold —and write (Fairmount Park: December, 2015)