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I am participating in the
Slice of Life.
All participants are writing about one moment, one part of their day,
on Tuesdays.
Thank you, Two Writing Teachers!
Slice of Life.
All participants are writing about one moment, one part of their day,
on Tuesdays.
Thank you, Two Writing Teachers!
A poem, written in the middle of the night, about being awake in the middle of the night.
These days,
too much new and unusual exercise -
a long run,
a particularly hilly bike ride,
a novel and strenuous aerobics class,
and I am awake
in the middle of the night,
alert,
aware,
attuned.
These days,
too much drink -
whether wine,
or tea,
or simply water,
and I am awake
in the middle of the night,
nagged,
knotted,
noticing.
These days,
too much conversation -
old friends, laughing and recalling,
new folks, meeting and learning,
colleagues, sharing and debating,
and I am awake
in the middle of the night,
reliving,
replaying,
remembering.
These days,
too much food -
whether savory and spicy,
or chocolate and rich,
or copious,
and I am awake
in the middle of the night,
pained,
polluted,
promising to never again.
These days,
too much noise -
a sudden bump,
a clap of thunder,
an ambulance going by,
and I am awake
in the middle of the night,
tense,
twisted.
transfixed.
These days,
it doesn't take much,
and I am awake
in the middle of the night,
waiting,
wondering,
writing.
