Each day

by Carissa Dewey

Traffic outside my
window somehow louder today.
As I rest these thoughts,
these feelings.
Melt into this noise.
This moments strong longing
very true
very present.
And outlined with a certain
uncertainty -
To which do I claim?

My thoughts cross this
street, wander
into a field-
a farm.
Void, in this cold.
a sudden feeling- rises
and it's doubt,
of this field underneath me,
of the lulls in the wind,
this high rock wall
dirt, ice

So obviously present
and so very true.


Posted on 03/11/2013
Copyright © 2021 Carissa Dewey

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 03/11/13 at 06:37 PM

Into each life a little "doubt" must fall. That is what stops us up short, like a leash on a running dog brings it to quick stop and leaves it wundering what happened and what should it do now. Nice write lady.

Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 03/12/13 at 09:12 PM


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