Danny Gentile #7

Cautiously we move from here to here

nodding between hummocks of earth

and trowel of sky. Sometimes the open

atmosphere can feel more stifled than

a closed room. We have lost our feeling 

for it and are blanketed by an unnerving

temperature of the unprepared. Surfeit

of space becomes ruinous for we are

sucked into ourselves for want of shelter.

Caught on the earth in a tenuous bubble 

of this is a sad resignation. It is one we

own not of choice but of circumstance.

If only we were able to take up the adage

and throw caution to the wind. But the air

doesn't stir beneath the moonless tyranny

of sky now weighing like a coat studded

with sultry badges of night that concur

and hooks pulling the atmosphere closer 

though not as protection but suspension.

Time is tightening in upon our travel and

all we experience is less than casual for

the ground rises toward an expectation

of coming day and the stars struggle on in

an attempt to retain what little they have.

11.40 pm 7/8/2016