Stars shine overhead

In the distance lightning flashes

But can’t hear the thunder

Only bullfrogs and peepers singing their night songs

Street lamps push against the dark, in the park

Half past three a.m.

Running on ground soft from rain three days ago,

Grass is thick and soft and a bit wet

Air is warm and sticky like sweat

Hills lift me up and walk me down

Past ponds and pines

Through prairie grass and milkweed shoots

I am all alone

But home is not so far away

In between night and day