It’s Almost Tomorrow

Michele Castilano

Where the air is opaque, even light can't touch it,

The ground itself is alive, the earth enveloping and absorbing every movement,

Where each sound lingers, hanging in the air, waiting for the next to replace it,

Where the fog never comes in or out- it just remains,

The smoke doesn't rise, it just stays in the air,

Time doesn't exist and certainly doesn't advance,

The steps are indefinite, sequential but leading nowhere,

The horizon stays the same- always far away,

Where the sky never seems to get any bigger.