Evening Poem, February 2, 2022

I recently had a conversation with an old friend who had just bought a copy of the novel I published over 20 years ago. I hadn’t looked at that book in a very long time, so I picked it up to see what my friend would be wading through. Mid-way through I found this poem. I had totally forgotten about it. If this poem intrigues you, please take a look at my book. You can read about it and read a sample and buy it right here: https://www.amazon.com/Forest-Night-Larry-Ellis-ebook/dp/B00KHAXIJS/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=1643855589&sr=8-1

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Something wakes me without sounding

Nothing stirs, I hear my breath

I look out my bedroom window

Into darkness, into death

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Yet I move the blanket over

Shiver with the morning cold

I look out my tiny window

Still the darkness, all is old

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Yet I heed the voice that calls me

Down the stairs and there I see

My father’s full and tended table

And there a plate and cup for me

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Fed and clothed I start my journey

With a strength that conquers night

I walk out an open doorway

Into morning, into light.

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Copyright 2001

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