Irrespective of circumstances

Sitting in the shuttered halflight of a hot
Afternoon

The fan whirring

Spelunking through issueless passages

Regardless of cloudless horizons

I can but wait
For this to pass

Mist

Spills down the hills
And shrouds the city
In diffused light

The black sky is sparkling clear
As Ursa awaits like a Tilt-a-whirl
To whisk me away from here