From 2017.

January Night

January night. Moderate chill.
Fingering a loop of wooden beads,
I sit on the third-floor balcony
In a darkness here and there
Dotted and streaked with light.
I'm dressed in winter pajamas.
I'm hoping no one can see me
As I look up at the Hunter's belt,
Down at the parking lot.
The light traffic of Route 60
Hums within sight and hearing
Just past the hundred-yard path
In front of my apartment building.

It's thirty, thirty-five degrees.
I wrap this cold around me
And my sluggish senses waken.
I drink darkness like water
And listen for whispers of mercy
In the endless star-sparked sky.

Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-12-04 at 06:27

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The end bit reminds me of a Whitman poem. I like this, but find it somewhat opaque.

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Bless! If only I had the power to fulfill the want of such a dream, such a prayer. Such earnest thoughts in this expose deserve to be rewarded. Sending you positive light filled energy: May it wrap you in its cold defying cushioning clouds.
Blessings, Allen