Sliding Thoughts

Falling down the hill

the door was open,
and with the reflections of clouds I could see down the dark paths
a fleeting glimpse of light from the sky and the rolling roar crashes to push my feet stumbling
away from…
toward home, the comforting figures lit and framed in windows four levels above.
with gasping breath in heavy, humid air I am running,
steps two at a time, cool marble that on another day I could sit and stare at the stars.
there is silence and there is something about 11:00 pm, the night, all of the sounds stolen,
even through thunder and pebbles clattering under shoes.

please let it rain all night.