Silent Wonder

And here I sit and wonder
chin upon my palm
lost in silent wonder
my face is blankly calm
I know not where I’ve been
only that I’ve gone
A voice that softly beckons then-
in pursuit, I’ve withdrawn
to catch a passing notion
to chase a straying thought
to see with eyes turned inward
the visage I have wrought
It grabs and holds me planted
rooted dead-square in the street
the truck is speeding closer
but I’ve become concrete
It bears down on me quickly
I hear the engines’ roar
and just as it has reached me
I step out of a door
onto a lamp-lit highway
in a stark and barren town
Alone I set on my way
past houses tumbled down
Through streets once bright and peopled
I make my puzzled way
until the speck at the tunnels end
has burst full into day
And again I find me sitting
palm planted on my chin
for my thoughts brought me unwitting
to the out of me again.

1982 © J.Nichols

Silent Wonder

JDNarts

Lansdale, United States

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An older piece exploring the whispy threads of a daydream.

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