midnight meditation.

thoughts racing like my body in motion, alone on a swingset in kansas. the colors of night brilliantly muted and mesmerizing. leaning back in the saddle to observe the night sky, and all i can see are the spines of radio towers illuminated red. and i think of time and its irrelevance, of lines converging on maps. Of distance--am i closer to home or farther away? on good days, i can feel safe anywhere, on better days i know i'm all i have and it's just fine with me.