Rambling Through

I amble forward, aimlessly, even going backward travels me. I come from no direction, to wherever. Rambling through a late evening, darkness seeping into my opening mind. A comforting thoughtless twilight that blends me into a nether world the way a mother sooths and enfolds. The world can change its reality at this time of day, and you can be that change. Night lights me from within and a path finds itself as a walking man.