Accidentally

I accidentally found the answers last night.

I found meaning in the tragic dimming flow of a streetlight, as it crossed the wary path from flickering to oblivion.

I found meaning in the arch of the hill as it crested down, the street curving like the concrete spine of the huge and silent animal.

I found meaning in the light rays that surrounded the moon, fleeing from its face, bleeding into the clouds that fell from its cheeks like shadows.

I found meaning in the grasses waiting, frozen within frost, all secluded from each other in their tiny prisons of ice, waiting for the sun to warm them so they can be trampled together by the masses.

I found meaning in the stars as they crossed into constellations, so high above they could not even see the paths between themselves, yet I knew how to reach up and touch their brilliance.

I found meaning in the car noise, as it howled like the wind in pain, crushed through a tiny pierced hole with jagged edges that tear at its skin as it discovers its banshee scream.

I found meaning in the grit, curved high upon itself and glittering with reflections as it pushed the seams of dirt, brutally flaring with tiny shards as though it were readying to burst into flames.

I found questions last night.

Am I insane?