My favorite part of the day
is the part right before the end. Not the climax, the
falling asleep action.
Under covers, listening to the rain,
or the birds. Or the snow more recently,
pour and tour, or chirp and chatter,
or pitter patter down the side of my window
and land, to take its own rest, on the wooden panes
of the deck my father built 7 years ago
when we first moved to Charlotte.
When I fall asleep, I like to do it slowly:
pray a rosary first thing, before I forget,
then I spend the rest of the train-ride between worlds
thinking about her, and the beginning and end of us all.
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“Under covers, listening to the rain,
or the birds. Or the snow more recently,
pour and tour, or chirp and chatter,
or pitter patter down the side of my window”
~ Love the imagery here.
Third stanza is my favorite.
I love the overall mood of this piece. It’s very gentle, peaceful, and contemplating…just like you. It makes me want to curl up in bed as it rains and read or cuddle. Anything comforting.
Megan
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