To the Light Entering the Shack One December Evening
No prayers exit here, nothing
limits you. I never knew
before.
The pear treeโs ghost shudders.
Water pools in the depression of its absence.
For years I have wandered from shadow to
source, longing. Now, at rest,
you come to me and fear
evaporates. I would like to count
the smallest distraction.
I would like to disturb.
You are the name
I whisper
to clouds.
Will you leave if I open the door?
A carnival germinates in my body.
You are not death, but its closest friend.
Darkness parts, folds around you.
I close my eyes and observe.
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“To the Light Entering the Shack One December Evening” first appeared in Shantih in December 2016, and is included in my chapbook, From Every Moment a Second, available for pre-publication order through Finishing Line Press.
Entirely fabulous. I shall read this one again ๐
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Thank you, Diana. Maybe the light will shine brighter on the second and subsequent readings. ๐
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Just beautiful, Robert. Can’t wait for the book.
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Thanks so much, Sarah!
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WOW. Stirring!
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Thank you!
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A carnival germinates in my body – a most expressive line in a poem of restrained passion!
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Thank you. The poem seemed to need one “uncontrolled” line. ๐
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Works perfectly. ๐
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I really love this one; so glad it will be in the book! And I’m glad for that shack — truly the gift that keeps on giving. ๐
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Thank you, Sunshine. The shack has truly made a difference in my writing life.
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Nice poem
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Thank you, Crystal!
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Your Welcome
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