In the endless dark of the night, there is

Have you ever been up so late that the evening was totally still?
Did you strain for the comfort of familiar night sounds?
Are you thrown into worry when the lights are off in a dark room and you have to feel your way around, hands out, groping and bumping into things… afraid you might hit your head, and fall? Or worse?

In the endless dark of the night, there is

In the endless dark of the night, there is
No cricketsong, no frog percussion
No rooster straining, feigning soprano
No discussions between the slightest
      of breezes and a leaf
No baton playing blades of grass
No lapping dogs in the puddles
      of yesterday’s rain
No archipelago of birdspeak
No far-off bass rumble of car, nor
      ignition’s drumstick clicks

It is in the endless dark of the night that
I strain –
like a blind man with his stick silently tapping –
for living sounds

Randy Mazie

2 thoughts on “In the endless dark of the night, there is

    • Thank you.
      Please share with us what the piece may have inspired you to write.
      Much of my writing, like Billy Collins writes, is inspired (I think Collins goes so far as to write “stolen” – God bless him)from others..
      Nice to hear from you.
      Randy

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