Woodlouse with a deathwish

Walking up the hill, if I can call it walking...
I was leaning forward in the hope that I made it there.
I watched a woodlouse dart for under my barefoot.
I wondered about the kind of day it might have been having.
I wondered if it hadn't wanted me to redirect my pace.
The kid with the brights eyes was carrying his can again today.
He stared wildly into the passers-by:
Throwing threats at a light skinned black man
who carried on walking.
Then I passed him and he looked down.
His eyes are those that are hell bent on something I do not understand,
but know all too well amidst different frequencies.
In ten minutes I will turn off the light and try and sleep
in this sticky heat.
Once again, there is something,
but I'm not sure what it is,
only what I think it should be based upon the previous.
However, that was then.
It is not now.
Now, I do not know,
and so all there is to do is find peace in this
-however wrong it might seem,
and until then there is no reason to dash at anything.