Walking alone, you only think

(prm)

by T.P. Wilkinson / November 4th, 2018

in the night
in that light
that is held
so tight
by the stars
forgotten
in distance
it seems
from the dark
a dog’s bark
us startles
us shakes
close to our door
just beyond the gate
the years,
all the fears
between the bark
and the dark
for the sunrise
must wait
in tender hearts’
warmth
their fog
to dissipate.

T.P. Wilkinson, Dr. rer. pol. writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..

This article was posted on Sunday, November 4th, 2018 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.