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Friday, January 19, 2018

Poem: A Voice In The Night

Snuggled into warm flannel sheets,
easy breaths, releasing tiredness,
falling quickly into hazy dreams,
shadowed pathways, faces
overexposed, the cry of a hawk,

Muffled voices at a distance, lights,
a place not quite remembered,
the face of an old friend, turning,
and then, clear as any bell,
my NAME.

I am instantly awake....
supremely present, listening,
still as stone, vulnerable;
something brushes the wall
outside, and moves on. Okay.

Throwing back the covers,
I grab a robe, pad about, checking,
nothing is amiss. I glance outside,
checking for...what? Something.
Sweet Mother Of God!

Clear sky, black as a bear's coat,
with stars scattered widely
in constellation; bright air
and the shimmering, spangled
universe, calling me out of sleep.




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