almost like home

between the cicadas and the cloudlines I could swear i'm almost home.

the sky becomes closer, leans on us, hovers over shoulder to make sure we do right. colliding with trees and masking the planets. i am closer to the earth these days.

i am in the final stages of retracting into myself. the year closes in a whirl of deadlines and solitude. what is almost apparent is palapably transformational.

i sit quietly to avoid startling the truth.