neon lights from the city far below,
streets sweltering in the soporific air
each home with its own Shakespearean
triumphs and also disasters
but here a soft breeze caresses my face
as I peer up at the silence of space
and realise I am no more
than chaff blowing in the wind
with the indifferent O-shaped moon
casting my shadow as if a ghost
yet I'm glad to escape the stifling city
to be free if only for a short hour
humble...as I stare at nature's power.