Sensory Experience

Where am I? Faintly lit, world where silky waxen cut-outs dangle in the moist light breeze tonight. They hang as banners, a shadow, though it's shape is clearly seen, yet without color or definition in this darkness it seems. Their divine freedom impaired by assignment and shape, but nature when forged is just not the same. Sodium-Yellow-Electric Suns illuminate the night as an ally to the moon that is faithfully smiling light in the blackened Eastern sky. My feet feel no softness only concrete and tar as I sweep my tired eyes across the field toward the Northern sky. Majestic towers of men offer their wares as a testimony to disturbing progress increasing with time. In the imagined distance I hear the perpetual roar of man and machine frantically rolling restlessly into the night. Air machines soar in and out as they come and they go in front of me and nature still continues to conceal herself from me. Emerald hedges of man's own design, defy the art of God expelling his work from this garden too. I break back into consciousness as I view the evening mist and the silence for which I wished. I wondered, listened, and sought out a glimpse with no clock winding me tightly in time. I will be open to stress nor routine as I wander on as an Alien in search of my awakened senses on this very cold night. But progress has hidden the eternal beauty from my natural eye as the minutes and the hours have gone and passed. How time flies!

Gary Bryant