Ground down by worry,
I went out into the wild wind.
Searching for peace–
Searching for surcease from vigilance.
Worn thin with watching,
I took these too-wide eyes
Out into the gathered night.

The last lapis glimmer of twilight
Illuminated the tree-shadows of the west.
All else bathed in whirling darkness.
Skirling leaves stalked the dim streets.
The wind was a cool hand,
Bracing my body in its forward momentum,
Scouring out the dusty crevasses of thought.

For that brief time,
I set it all aside.
Marveled at the dark,
The light.
The wind,
The night.