A Night Alone
It is a rain pinging, downspout gurgling, wind gusting, pines shushing, leaves swishing night. It is a game after game of solitaire losing night. It is a facing eternity, an aging awareness, a "what's life all about?" night. It is a tug of war between graceful acceptance and angry depression night. It is a slow ticking of time, of darkness until the first filaments of dawn infiltrate the recesses of my brain with a new day’s promises night.
twenty-first birthday
able to vote and to drink
to follow all my dreams
joys and riches wait ahead
the rainbow's gold within reach
young and foolish
seeing the distant future
with myopic eyes
knowing now that blurred vision
is a gift that gives us hope
Adelaide Literary Magazine
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