Vagabond, for a season

Starlight makes its way past the treetops
the storm has passed, but raindrops still fall from leaves
branches crack among a chorus of crickets
I lie here tense, trying to sort out the noises
nature is not what scares me, it's the stranger
but there are none. I am alone
This is the dream of my childhood
drive and drive, then park where I fancy
tonight a forest
I venture off one forgotten road onto another
I make a home, a place to rest