Restless

Bright the moon
Riven and intense
Deep the shadows
Under blackened trees which     Cloak the view.

The wind is held
Silence loaded
Magnifying  movement
and strange noises of the night.
 
Bold the outlines
Of bovine forms
Graze in rhythmic function
Inhale and exhale
Shuffle and cough 

A poignancy, an urgency
the shriek of the owl

A passing car
Cuts through the stillness
Worn rubber on tarmac

Restless the soul
Awake and drawn from sleep.

A bat laces the sky

The shadow on the clock says O2:52 This is not my world
I should not be here-
Restless.