The trees bowing at every Wind’s presence.
Night birds fleeting flapping wings playfully
Lone car engines dash past
Tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock goes the clock
My breath in–out in-out in-out ; pause; a sudden yawn….
Eyes close mutely…
Light streams in raucously
Sudden amplified movements and rustles as if on cue
Burst of loud long song of the day birds
The road grows a new life car after car after car
The clock takes a back seat ticking away dependably
Music, word or thoughts leave our minds
Borne through our tongues, frowns and body speak
Taking over day; carrying up the lamp of light letting us see, hear, speak, touch.