just below Beacon Street



and so you stand
on the night side of a hill
and gaze upon
the lighted city below
breathe in cool mist
bearing conifer and sweet anise

you tug your coat
closer to your chest

from the darkness
you see lacework of lights

surrounded by city
you know you are wild

and a nervous little mutt jingles in
sniffs the brush that skirts the quiet dirt path
and trots away

in the absence of dog
you know aloneness

so now you see
this moment
this spot
this dark
this wildness
this fragrant air
this perfect contentment
is all for you

(now offered
to you)