Wednesday, 16 June 2010

OF RAIN AND AIR

All day I have been closed up
inside rooms, speaking of trivial
matters. Now at last I have come out
into the night, myself a center

of darkness.
Beneath the clouds the low sky glows
with scattered light. I can hardly think
this is happening. Here in this bright absence

of day, I feel myself opening out
with contentment.
All around me the soft rain is whispering
of thousands of feet of air

invisible above us.

-Wayne Dodd

4 comments:

  1. For some reason the link on the map story isn't working but I heard about the woman suing about the maps. A fine example of taking responsibility for one's own life, eh? Nice poem.

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  2. http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5jkAd6Y7ouUJCxQAzWqxnD295i96gD9G2OBGO0

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  3. gz (((O))))?

    Max... Link works fine on mine, but I posted it here too.

    Yes, nice poem. I have been there, in that place. Stepping outside from bustle and self-important trivia, and looking up into the vastness, into the universe.

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