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Conscious

Conscious

 

Breathing through the blanket

It’s still dark

And relatively quiet

 

I could be in church at dawn

In the first, silent moment

Before collective observance of

The first hour of the day

Earlier there might have been a vigil

 

I was sleeping then

Concomitant, mundane

Prone without taking vows

Simply waking up, as

Anyone could do

There is nothing sacred happening

 

Unless waking is miracle enough

A merest gift offered

Toward a maker’s satisfaction

 

C L Couch

 

 

José Luis Filpo Cabana – Own work, CC BY 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=44496498

Sepulcro de una princesa no identificada.

 

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The Value of a Wall

The Value of a Wall

 

In the morning, there is quiet

Most of us waking

Few of us on the road

Though that will change

 

If we had no vehicles,

How insular we would become

And yet we have all these walls

And we need them

Climate, protection, and privacy

Realities and values

Yet we slide against our walls

Inside, on the floor

It could happen outside

Against the street

 

Knees up

There might not be cries—

They are not civil—

There will be impulsive tears

Falling one way or the other

Depending on

How we’ve been trained

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Steve Johnson on Unsplash

 

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