After The Storm
In the blackout
we sat beside the dry swimming pool
and watched stars
together.
We usually can’t see many stars here
(if we even think to look up at all;
it’s shameful how often we forget to look),
but tonight it’s late and quiet.
The life we’ve built behind us in
a darkened house.
I can feel time move when you stop talking.
We will be old soon.
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OMG – this poem!! This feeling of togetherness in the darkness with “The life we’ve built behind us in/
a darkened house” – what a great line, and then that last line finishes me – just beautiful!
These images, “dry swimming pool” and “darkened house” make me feel I am getting old, too.
Thank you, Wayne. It was certainly an “old” feeling night.
Beautiful piece. I especially enjoyed the economy and impact of the last two lines.
Thank you, Shaun!
Beautiful!
Thank you, Linda!