Why

I found a hut
A small hut
A small wooden hut
At the middle of the field
As the night starts its ascent
As I walk this narrow road alone

I parked the bike I trailed beside me
On one of the fragile posts of the hut
Then I went inside
I sat
My legs dangling over wet grass
My behind slumped over hard bamboo

And looked at the horizon
Orange, blue, and black
Mixed into one
For all the people who have walked this path today
Why was I the only one
Looking at this sky
As the crickets chirp
And cicadas sing
Why why why