and I sit outside my house to contemplate,
leaves hiss and whisper to each other
lights go out in the house opposite.
A neon streetlight now adds the only colour,
a cat slowly strolls with no thoughts of death
as my brow is caressed by summer's breath.
I wave to my shadow which reciprocates
as if a ghost on this quiet street
then boisterous drunks break the peace of the night
shouting nonsense into the tropical air
and high above the moon wears a halo,
clouds crack like ice and I view a faint star,
how frail and insignificant...we are.