How to tell a story

How to tell a story

Friday, May 24, 2013

Solitude

After three hours of sound sleep
I toss and turn and finally get up
into a room as silent as it gets here
in this house, in this neighborhood
in this city.

Elsewhere on the planet
bombs are dropping
children are raped
prisoners are screaming.
With luck, someone, somewhere,
cries out in sexual ecstasy.
It's a big world with big sounds
but silent here at this hour
in this house, in this neighborhood,
in this city. In this mind.

I have things to do to pass the time
but later, tired again, I'll return to bed
and stretch out, knowing that the best
part of the day has passed;
after more sleep, if I am lucky,
it will be downhill from here.
This is the magic hour.