From the Dark to the Light poets united thursday think tank #40-hope

Leaving city lights behind that line a sky like jewels,
shining in their settings … bright, blinding, suspended.
Buildings look like matchboxes
ready to ignite from lingering heat.
Pressure builds up in the body, like a vacuum
searching the brain for leftover debris
to be tossed away.
Forward motion to escape oppression
that runs through the body like a disease,
eating at the core.
A million hungry ants carrying parts
to unknown areas, never to be found.
Traveling for hours with a sun that burns,
throwing its phosphorous captured by the rain
and doused outside a window as you watch.
Changing landscapes,
entering into green valleys that puff to meet
clouds and push them back in place.
Life is calm and wraps its softness around
like a gentle hand guiding you
to a new destination with some hope.