This is not my usual blog fare, but I felt inspired late last night. Or early this morning. Not sure if it's a poem, exactly. But whatever it is, here it is.
Do you ever look upon a moonless ocean, a quiet, vast nothingness where you know the water to be, until you see a single whitecap in the darkness to put with the sounds and smells that already told you where you were? Hello there, old friend.
Do you ever look off the bluff, peering into the river below, so far down the lights don't reflect in it? Knowing that somewhere down there, between the dense, wildlife filled vegetation and the barely visible low bank on the other side, the rushing water flows, singing as it goes?
Do you ever pause at the bathroom window as you get ready for bed, and watch the streetlight bathe the sweet gum tree and the swing hanging from it, where your children played only hours earlier, in dim light? How many hours has it been now? The delicious night time has pulled me in with the promise of miracles and mystery.
Do you ever feel the pull to go out and be surrounded by the darkness, instead settling for the coolness of night, from the rocking chair on the front porch?
Do you ever study the shadowy features of the person sleeping beside you, wondering at the peace enveloping the room, and the soft beauty of their face?
No? Just me? A quiet, sleepy house beckons, promises adventure. Adventure to be found in books, music, or my own uninterrupted thoughts. Until finally I am sleepy enough to close my eyes to the darkness and shadows, continuing the adventure in my dreams.
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