Up the Sky by Austin

a peaceful walk home
in slate black of a clouded winter night
whose false stars fall idly
lamp-lit drifting in their millions
quietly they rush by
down and down, hushing humming earth

a hoisted gaze
lost in them, tumbling I reel
perception adrift, gravity relenting
now a dizzying walk out and up the sky
one with the swirling crowd
settling gently earthward.