Friday, January 3, 2025

In the Quiet of the Darkness

In the Quiet of the Darkness
By Rebecca Longtin

In the quiet of the darkness
the evening grows long
as the sun sets early
and the temperature drops.

My eyelids droop deeply
searching the escape of sleep.
I seek out a distraction to stay awake,
a podcast, an audiobook, social media….

In the quiet of the darkness
I find warmth under my Grandmother’s quilt.
Eyes closed, sleep now escapes me
as the film of my life plays and replays.

You in a starring role feel so close.
So many questions remain
although the tears have long dried.
I drift off to sleep.

In the quiet of the darkness
a train rhythmically rattles by,
a Carolina Wren sings her song.
Morning has come too soon.

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