I’m outside, brushing my teeth

The air is humid and cool and wonderful

it’s been raining all day

and now the blues and the greens of the night are all

jumbled up, bleeding into each other

A light shines up the railway and a freight train noisily

cuts through the silence

I stand there for a long while after it has left, watching the scene

Transfixed somehow as

The pointy fingers of a pine tree makes slow, lazy patterns in the wind