a night without
quiet stillness
wrapped unwrapped
not meant for comfort
not tonight
but for opportunity
to hear
to listen
and to see
the difference in where
the two meet
and where
they meet
where do they meet?
there is no comfort
not there or here
mind responsible again for
leaving the rest awake
wandering
at times
but then focused
clear
what is done is done
what must be done
will be
life falls
through the water
like sand
falling to the ocean floor
and laying itself out
in layered piles
clumps that slump
against each other
waiting for the years
to harden them into
something beautiful
but now
malleable and shifting
with the waves and currents
no neat pieces
falling together
none
and that
that is ok.
a night without
and not knowing
what is missing
©Leigh-Anne Fraser 2007
I wrote this poem almost exactly four years ago. I have been going through old writing of mine for the past day or so to collect some pieces together for a new book. That is when I found the stacks of old poetry and realized something after reading this poem. There are moments when I really have no idea where the words come from. The inspiration, so to speak, comes from nothing. That nothing and not knowing is perhaps the reason I write at all.
~
lei fraser 