Tuesday, May 4, 2021

The Snoring, Grumbling, Purring House

It’s already day
And how wonderful
To live and to be
Aware in a world
Where one can consult

Thousands of voices
Fossilized as words
Legible as texts
Preserved centuries
Across continents,

And to be able
To answer the dead,
To write one’s own ghosts
Who argue and dance
Because we are words,

Which levels the field
Of living and dead,
Of breathing and near
Versus far and gone.
Yes. How wonderful

It is to take part
In an awareness
Both ours and remote
As light fills the room.
It’s already day.

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