Spare set of keys
stolen,
to escape the darkness
of the four walls closing
in on me…
I drove my father’s jeep
to the end of the road.
Where the world
begins and ends
Where the world
begins and ends
Where a shivery chills
spike the air, besides
the lake. Spreading
the blanket, I lay down
on my stomach, with
my chin propped up
by my hands, Gazing
into the reflection,
canopy of stars…
blanketed above.
With the moon
simply smiling back
in a subtle blaze of glory.
j.r.m© 2016