Poem: Night Drilling

Night Drilling

Drilling in the night air
is a lonely affair,
thankless
and yours alone,
that probing
of the soul,
deep into your darkest places,
long suffering,
difficult,
too constant,
unsure
that there is an end to it,
too sure
that the years
of drilling
leave nothing
but more darkness,
a black hole
of heartache
from which
you will never emerge,
until
one day,
you strike light,
and like magic
you erupt
into morning.

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The picture was taken near Dorset, VT. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom