Sit

 

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I have forgotten my voice,

And become smaller. I don’t know

where I was lost, which forked road,

which whimsical decision.

 

Once in Vermont late at night,

A dark so dark I could see

Only the dark, I was lost

With no flashlight to open

 

A seam in nights starless threat.

So, I stopped, stood still, knowing

The sun would eventually

Rise to reveal the way home.

 

Reason’s path does not matter

To the ground I sit upon.

 

(December 9, 2017)

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