in the gloaming
it's just me and this trail in the gloaming,
with a rain that is soft, softly falling.
commuters up on the road,
don't see me, here below.
alone on this trail i am roaming.
scents in this wood speak to me -
fresh turned earth, distant skunk, cedar tree.
deer have come to out graze,
averting their gaze.
they find me unworthy, it seems.
oh, look - it is getting quite dark.
i should find my way out of this park.
if i run really fast,
maybe daylight will last
until i can get back to my car.