the late hour by Angela Thomasunseen, faintly dancing chimes and a rustling of leaves
as a gust of wind makes its way down the block, there are
hours in the middle of the night that are beautiful
and haunting in their silence. the stillness of humans
and the roaring of nature all around. times like those filled
me with wonder, awe, struck at all the little nuances i missed
in the waking walking light of day. i would sit at the park
two blocks from house and just listen. i found myself
in my skin soothed finally. even now, as an adult,
when i'm slogging home after a long shift at a very
grown-up job, with real responsibilities, heavy paper
weights on my mind, obligations, frustrations, moves,
there's a moment of connection with what i am. the wind
winds and all at once, i'm grounded again. fully human. 12/18/2014 Posted on 12/18/2014 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
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Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/19/14 at 03:09 AM One of the best poems I've read in terms of its message and uniqueness in a long long time. |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/19/15 at 04:21 PM You reconnect me with my elemental parts. I do not know how people can live in a big city and thrive. You make the night an inviting place outside as well as within. Congrats on POTD! |
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