Thursday, November 18, 2010

Poem: Night Drilling

Night Drilling

Drilling in the night air
is a lonely affair,
and yours alone,
that probing
of the soul,
deep into your darkest places,
long suffering,
too constant,
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,
one day,
you strike light,
and like magic
you erupt
into morning.


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


1 comment:

The lady in Red said...

Dear Tom,
It is nice to listen to your beautiful voice. This poem whose rhythm make us imagine the seeds falling, really shows that whatever happens "is never forever".When we are into troubles is difficult to believe that one day "that" will pass when we are going to emerge.
Thanks for sharing to us.
Best wishes and take care,