9 o'clock run

I breezed through
four miles last night.

Ten thousand mint embers
hovered, above me, beside me, past me,

Each mile had
ten thousand constellations,
not of stars,
but fireflies.

like a sea of stars:
I swim through,
swirls and eddies
yielding to
the rythym of my pace.

A sky brought down to me,
made real to me,
offered to me by the humid handed air
and generous gravity of tictac starlets.

Four miles of flickering lights.



Postscript: I put this poem to music at iCompositions.