A Late Evening !

A late evening ! I am alone

yet not wholly so

A crowd has feeling too

Enough to shift a little 

and let me sit 

on a teeny edge 

to rest my aching legs awhile.

I wonder afterwards.....

What if  I faint 

from sheer exhaustion 

They might pick me up 

What if I puke 

since I am not feeling well 

Will they....will they....?

The late evening is not black 

It is beautiful

Blue sky stretching clouds 

colored golden-milk 

Between the outstretched arm of 

trees turned black and solid 

before the day.

Alone,but not lonely 

I taste the first taste 

of my honesty

and my strength.

Home I do not think of,

But of destinations,desires,aims.

The late evening distills my wishes 

The scum,the slag dissolved....

all in my tiredness ....

and there remains 

precious little

Only the truth,existence and 

the desire to create.