my amber spyglass eyes
From the docks the world seemed listless, blanketed in a tranquil serenity which fell over even me. The sun had long since set, children had been tucked away in their beds, and the glowing blue light from television sets, had no doubt all but vanished from behind the closed curtains of the houses. In the sky above me there was a quart moon, dancing in and out of small cloud clusters, layed before the nights starry sky. I was reminded of the game "hide and seek" I had played as a boy, the moon my predictable apponent.
"More like peek-a-boo", I thought.
I moved with the timber beneath me, as it gently teetered up and down in the dark water below. I felt almost hypnotized by this subtle motion, staring at the bank accross the river, staring at nothing at all. Under the blanket of the night the trees and wild bush were a deeply rich green, their leaves seeming suspended in an empty void in which time could not reach. It was only this way when the moon was hiding, otherwise I could trace the faint burnt sienna outlines against the black, as the tree tops shimmered like diamonds in the light.
The clouds were blowing in faster now, soon it would be raining, and an overcast sky would illuminate the hours, but not yet. There was still peace now, and I could do nothing but be taken in by it. Cross legged on the dock I sat, reciprocating breaths with the night, in, and out. I had been called here by a silent vibration I knew, I had felt it like the beating of my own heart hours before, when I layed in bed tangling myself in my blanket. I was restless and irrated, frustrated by the inconvient circumstance of my life, though aware countless others have died trying to be in my situation, which just made it worse. It is very much human to not only be overwhelmed by life, but to be entangled in guilt for it as well, knowing others suffer far beyond the perrils of your life. So it was at that point when i decided leave sleep for another time, and readied myself to leave. I had walked for hours without destination when I had found this spot, this swaying craddle left for me, and I knew this was where I was supposed to be. I could not be sure why I had been drawn here, I had no memory tied to this place, but perhaps that was the reason. Regardless of this it was, I knew, where i was intended to be.