Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Poem: Five AM in Washington DC

Five AM in Washington DC

You wake, far away
from your home, far
from the birds that wake you
each morning, their songs
like chamber music, delicately woven,
bright and lively;

far from the soft New England light
that so often wakes you gently
like a lover's kiss,
warm and kind,

far from the singing wind
that blows softly in spring,
rustling the trees
that surround your home like a cocoon,

far from your love,
her soft voice a memory,
clear, so real you imagine she is here.

And indeed, she is,
as are the sounds of birds, the light and the morning wind,
all part of you even as you travel,
stamped on your soul,
carved into your heart,
as permanent as marble,
tender as silk.

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The picture is of the Pawlet Community Church in Pawlet, VT, a few miles from my home. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom

3 comments:

Derrick said...

Hi Tom,

Beautiful poem, filled with the peace of early morning. I love the last two lines particularly.

Dave King said...

That is a fine poem. The clincher is the last verse. Well done, indeed.

gingerhillery@mac.com said...

So sweet. "permanent as marble, tender as silk."