Friday, January 28, 2011

Listening in the Night

From Blog11

In the deep of the night
When most are asleep
I'm up for a while.
The orange cat greets me
With human intonations.
He knows the patterns of my speech
And mimics them, explaining his emotions.
A train goes by, whistling a chord
And rumbling, rumbling, rumbling into the distance.
On the wall, the clock clicks, ticks, tocks.
I hardly ever hear it in the day.
Another train approaches.
The black cat grooms himself noisily,
Then purrs as I stroke him.
Trucks on the tollway make a hum at times.
The furnace blower whirs to life.
Ducts pop and snap to attention.
The clock ticks on.
The furnace whirs
And the second train is finally gone.

...Even the darkness is not dark to you;
the night is bright as the day,
for darkness is as light with you.

(Psalm 139:12 ESV)


dfish said...

Notice what all we miss in the hustle and bustle of everyday life?

We need to stop and listen.

Brian Miller said...

nice...i was sitting right there enjoying the symphny of stillness...

Jim Swindle said...

Donald, yes. That's part of why I write poems and take photographs. Both activities help me to notice life.
Brian, glad you enjoyed it.

Stafford Ray said...

This is a poem that includes the reader like few others. We have all lain awake listening to the night, some cursing its intrusion into sleep, others enjoying the aural window into the otherwise commonplace.

Jim Swindle said...

Thanks, Stafford Ray. Simple experiences are what we often overlook.