#410-Close

Humbling.

To sit here,

Stare,

Breathe the cool air,

In a silence that cuts.

Thoughts drift with the clouds,

Asking:

Are there others out there,

Like me?

Can anyone understand?

Do I?

Dispersed clouds,

Cover the sun,

Hiding answers,

In patches of shadows.

Over there.

Almost within reach.

Just waiting.