The blue river is grey at morning
and evening. There is twilight
at dawn and dusk. I lie in the dark
wondering if this quiet in me now
is a beginning or an end.
~ Jack Gilbert, “Waking at Night” (The Greensboro Review, Fall 2008)
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And don’t we all?
We do!
Yesterday was. The I fell asleep from 9 to 9 🙂
Good. Then today you are free!
Perfect timing. I’ve felt this way all evening.
It is actually a most peaceful place to be in foe me, at this time. Neither beginning nor end, just is.
Good. So good to hear.
very nice poem..
It is. Thanks.
it’s hard to distinguish between then at times –
It is…
I so agree…
That is an amazing poem.
It is!
Wondering, wondering, wondering…is that stillness? To be able just to revel in the moment.
Freeze it, that stillness, that quiet, lock me in that space.
Me too, my friend
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Ah yes…
I don’t lie in the dark unless it is on purpose…my cpap hums along giving me hope of sleep and often the transistor radio plays under my pillow…I often wonder what my brain gleans as I fall into sleep…talk radio doesn’t sleep…
Smiling. Nor do podcasts.