At night I dwell in spacious places
Roaming sleepless through capacious valleys,
Cavernous office complexes, hollow caves, building sites, wind howling through my head,
Floating wide eyed and awake.
My thoughts become spacious places
Yawning chasms, sprawling ruins
Reaching skywards, stretching planetwards, to the galaxies and dark matter beyond.
Then at some point and with no warning
I crash through the abyss
Into the smallest of places
And nestle there
A white mansion. Tall trees. A steep slope, down, down.
Two twin houses. Grey and square. Down.
A small detached dwelling. A lofty garden swing. Down, down. Down.
A long plateau. A set of semis. Sombre and grey. Down again.
The blue-grey ocean. A heartbeat line of waves. Golden sunset.
Joshua Raven, novelist. Read about my writing and my life here. And have you discovered 5fingers yet?