UFO, a poem

Aleathia says:

The late summer dusk
settles in around me,
light fading more rapidly
than I'd hoped
walking the trail alone.

Bats fly low over my head
as if they are the hands
of an invisible marionettist.

A song plays through the headphones
reminding me of another time and place,
so distant and unreal.

I'm distracted by the smell
of wood burning
and the fire inside my hip.

I am back to living this moment
before it disappears.

Aleathia Drehmer 2016