Jan 2021
It is that in-between place,
between dusk and dark,
dark and dawn,
when the streetlamps are suddenly uncertain,
on the edge of change.
You have slept so long,
that waking in this moment,
you too, are uncertain
which way the light is traveling.
between dusk and dark,
dark and dawn,
when the streetlamps are suddenly uncertain,
on the edge of change.
You have slept so long,
that waking in this moment,
you too, are uncertain
which way the light is traveling.
About this poem.
Where we are as a nation, I think. Where I am after a long two years of fighting cancer.
Tom
Where we are as a nation, I think. Where I am after a long two years of fighting cancer.
Tom
