A walk.

I step upon the wet forest ground,

And can feel my feet tingle like an orgasm.

As if kept away from a bed they once knew,

It was home, and I knew it, and grieved.

I was the only human in sight.

I could hear the animals, and they feared me.

I moved quickly but quietly, both prey and predator, but utterly ridiculous and clumsy.

I didn’t quite know where I was going, or why. I just wanted to walk.

My world of information, of metal and silent screaming, it was loud, and uncomfortable, and I just needed to walk.

So, here I am. It’s dark, and I’m helpless, but oddly secure. As if I can finally hide, and be invisible, and creep the night as is proper.

The humans are very dramatic. Our worlds fall and crawl back, burn and freeze, die. But look at the little rocks, billions of years hardly making a mark.

I’ll make my mark in the sand.