You once danced naked in these purple fields
For a dare
You merged with the blankets of buttercups
I was your only witness
That was many months ago
Now we are almost in the time of autumn
The days have shortened but the warmth persists
Even the rain is warm
We are living in the tropics
From the open window of my carriage
I can see all the fields passing in blurred celebration
I wave to rabbits the jackdaws and the irritable ducks
The rapid air runs between my spread fingers
It is an agreeable experience
The lineside bushes attempt to inhibit the sun
But their cause is hopeless
Their fleeting shadows resemble those a touring bird
Considering migration
Within a month frosts will grip these summer fields
And the remaining leaves
On the trees
Will become rigid
In death
And will be consumed slowly
Under the cover of darkness
My train has found its station
I cannot see the resting town
Everything is illuminated
As I walk along the sloped path
Towards the town
I choose the shadows
And pluck the bright sun
From the evening sky
I place it in my canvas bag
So that I might sleep without dreams
Within the contours of my journey