tired

and the jelly-brained nomad
whispers to me
and asks me
the meaning and
I shake my head,
glance at myself
and raise a hand
towards the door
to my left.
The jelly-brained nomad
walks through the door
and I sit quietly,
smoking,
of course,
and watching the stars,
of course,
and missing the fireflies,
of course,
and the jelly-brained nomad
whispers to me
and asks me
the meaning and
I shake my head,
glance at myself
and raise a hand
and disappear
from green field,
starry sky,
life,
and the universe
walks on by.