2:30 a.m. Prescience
Poetry captures
a moment,
but this
is not
recollection–
this is
not now,
not then,
this is
merely
— — —
glimpse
— — —
a half-remembered
not yet
belief
wrapped in hope
swaddled
by sleep
held close
in the dark
an infant
inkling
into which,
the universe is
waiting to breathe
first breath
a heart
beating
within the walls
of my heart.
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Deftly done! “Hope wrapped” through “sleep” are great word & image work.
Ty sir!
I have two favorite parts: the fact that “glimpse” is the only solo line, which gives it weight, and the lines “an infant/inkling,” which sound lovely
Thank you, Maggie!
I wrestled and moved stuff to leave that one alone 💙
I love the image of a heart within a heart.
Thank you, Gaby!
I adore that image too, and owe Mr. Deville for a last second word change creating it 💙
in the middle of the night
you heart has it own heart…
something your poem forsees
💙 A lot of those middle of the night moments this year.
Really enjoyed this read. Loved how the poem moved with the softness of that tired, but full feeling that 2:30 often brings in moments like this.
💙 ty sir