The lights
blare
and
flash

and they are visible
from my balanced
position
on the line
of the horizon;

A narrow path,
a narrow path,
a terribly narrow path,
the sun’s golden rays
on my left
the moon’s silver gaze
on my right

The lights
blare
and
flash

and they are blinding
from my sobbing
form
on the top
of my hill;

A large climb
a large climb
a terribly large climb,
the clouds drowning
me in my tears
the wind caressing
me and my cheeks

…

concern.