Poem 21

An all-nighter

by myself

in a house I’ve lived in

for eight years.

I’ve paced,

tossed and turned,

but never stayed up all night.

The windows are open to let in

the cool summer night air

and the birds awaken early

in anticipation of sunrise.

Luna prowls about in the shadows,

finally perching in the window.

I sit wrapped in a quilt at the kitchen table

the glow of the computer screen

and a cup of hot coffee

helping me to meet the challenge

I set for myself:

24 poems in 24 hours.


Eve Remillard



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