The big pulse

It's now thirty minutes that I have sat out in the balcony in a summer night. It's about eleven, the sky is dark and clear and as it gets darker more stars get visible. I hear a movement among the leaves and branches of a tree to my right and a low quiet sound of a bird is heard afterwards. Then I hear another bird screaming in remote distance; passing me by it screams again right in front of me. It caught my attention. I become more conscious.

I remember and see myself quite remote and as a different person, only in an hour ago, lying on the bed in a lighted room intensely reading a poem. He is disquiet. A big pulse is beating all through his body. Something hungers and longs within him. He is lost. The imagination is fading away from my mind. I feel myself sitting here on the balcony looking into the dark. For now the big pulse beats a bit slower.