A cool chain of lights are spinning, wavering water lines.
Purchase of food
Cracks take off across the road.
A road is committed to light.
It is soothing to swim underneath rafters.
Silt settles, and I crawl down the road in search of night.
Next day I am:
Stymied in religion
Collaborated on by strangers
Prejudiced by winds
Don’t worry. At the end of the day I can swim soothingly
underneath rafters, and then walk among night’s invisible grasp.
Keep faith in following hands to the currents down‑road.
Ben Beyerlein
is a writer and artist living in Glen Ellyn,