the quiet night.
blue light
glows quietly. orange.
the sullen movement of the freeway keeps me company.
and that’s okay.
and you check on me. tell me it’s not alright.
but i’m fine. alone.
listening to the crickets. feeling an easy breeze.
it’s alright.
with a fire in my belly. desolate.
i always stop. always stop to start again.
Ciara Ashley Johnson 