Return

Through the gloom I walk.
Deep in thought, my senses engage,
Distracting my occupied mind.
Smell of recent rain fills the chilled air,
Which bends around me, causing a shiver.
Street lamps illuminate the path I must take.
I hear the squelch of newly softened mud beneath my feet,
Mixed with the rustle of wet leaves.
The sidewalk shimmers like the stars,
Reflecting the incandescent guidance.
Above me crackle the leaves and branches,
Releasing their watery burdens as the wind blows.
I focus on a lamp.
The soaked surface refracts into a fixed firework,
Ringed by a rainbow.
My soles press the soil, not quite sinking,
As I return to my home away from home.