A parchment disc patched onto a plush inky sky
reflects like tarnished silver on a sluggish river.
Cloyingly damp, the saturated air immerses my body
in subdued light, bathes it in a viscous luminescence
as much as the ghostly ledges and glistening oaks.
It clings to the skin, glows on arms and legs glossed
with sweat. The night glimmers as sheets of distant
lightening flash on the horizon like a flickering ivory
aurora. My eyes strain against the dark where rank
smells of rot and moldering soil linger. The sizzle
of insects is amplified. My body seems diminished
in the dimly lit night as I fade into the landscape,
just another soft shadow.