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At the Gates of July

by Chris Sorrenti

As Erich Maria Remarque once wrote
All Quiet on the Western Front
or in this case June

How quickly our insecurity rises
when not fed that weekly bread
and whine we must to ourselves
for no one else
at least within earshot
would fully understand

And it upsets and scares us
depresses, exhausts our outer selves
in unison with the building seasonal heat

Ah but inside
something else is happening
our inner voices teasing
with the scent of future things

For as always, the Master
is saving we soldiers of good fortune
for special duties
saying in a friendly voice
enjoy the silence while it lasts

And it excites and pleases us
in a totally appropriate way
a sublime meditation carrying the day
as a mother would her newborn

Hush, little baby, don’t you cry
Papa’s gonna sing you a lullaby

© 2019

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Author's Note: When unable to write, the best thing to do is write about it.

Posted on 06/26/2019
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti

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