Door cracked slightly ajar
A slip of mid-morning light
through a thin atmosphere of dust and cat hair
This is where the past found me
Terror in one hand
Wonder in the other
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Door cracked slightly ajar
A slip of mid-morning light
through a thin atmosphere of dust and cat hair
This is where the past found me
Terror in one hand
Wonder in the other
Woah. I feel this. The sudden, terrifying, and awe-inspiring encounter with the past (whether that past was known or unknown). This is maturity, I think. Thank you for leaving that “wonder” open for the reader.
Darryl, I’ve really been enjoying sitting with all your poems–you did such a great job with the marathon 🙂 ~Nancy Pagh
Thanks for the encouragement! Much appreciated!