. . .before the rain

so dark. . .
the blueblack sky
enshrouded by
falling clouds of mist. . .
heavy wetness
so cool and thick
crawling humidity. . .
the nightwind
slides across my face,
i walk and feel
at one
with slippery darkness
the air is so condensed
i think i am drinking
but without effort. . .
no stars, no moon
only blueblackness. . .

self-portrait 1980