On The Truck Bed

a particular night. 
i failed to remember. 
i unfurled the flag. 
turned to the west. 

last night there was a storm, 
i abandoned the octopus. 
it is still on the truck bed, but it is not the same anymore. 
i turned my back to the sea. 
i stood facing the road. 
but my feet as if by themselves took a step 
on the edge of the road. 

i delayed the dawn. 
i plunged into the woods. 
i returned into the center of the night. 

this road is rarely traveled 
i have to manage some memories. 
forget more than i remember 
to reach the end of the woods. 

redwood trees press around us. 
above the stars are cold. 
the river is moaning. 
the sky is silent and vast.