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(Photo credit:  This poem was inspired by German artist Thorsten Dittrich‘s piece, Even Though You’re Just a Stranger.  http://www.thorstendittrich.de)

 

It was a normal day

The day before

The kind of mundane

Marked by sky and

Sun

Wind and

Boredom

When pulling the label

From a bottle of beer

Takes the place of

Work or

Conversation or

Attempts to shape

What is unclear to

Clear.

 

 

The day before

I took the train

Read a book about—

Now I can’t remember—

My thoughts escaped

Reality detained

In the lives of other people

Awake

And I dreaming

Outside

The world passing by

My seat vibrating

With movement

And I

Contained.

 

 

The air was cold

The day before

I drank coffee

Sweet

Like caramel

It kept me warm

While waiting for

Inspiration

To inform

My scattered thoughts

Subdued

Waiting for

Renewed vision

To take hold

To make me bold.

 

 

The day before

There was ringing

In my ears—

Now I understand

The interplay

Of body

And reality

Like a clock

Were warning me

Alerting

Something to foresee

A chaos

Beautiful

Filled with symmetry

Approaching me—

 

 

I forgot to notice the moon

The day before

My eyes to the floor

And lost

In cracks

On the sidewalk

Dripping down

Between pavement

And the ground

Beneath

Where things

Where people

Who are lost

Drown and

Fade like memories.

 

 

The day before

I fell asleep

In clothes I wore

And dreamt of

Something

In between

Flickers of light

Television on and

Dark of night

Surrounding me

Without holding

Comforting

Without touching

Speaking

Without needing.

 

 

I grinned

The day before

Content

With who

I knew myself to be

Caught my visage

In a mirror

Stopped

Straightened my hair

An isolated moment

Aware

Of just enough

To feel

The just enough

I knew was true.

 

 

The day before

I could not know

The glow

That would hold

Me captive

In the space

Between my soul and

The beauty of your face

Paralyzed by

Being alive

For a reason more—

No treason more

Than this:

The day before is gone

Today

Tomorrow

Tomorrow again

You are my dawn.

 

 

copyright Jill Szoo Wilson

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