No Pablo Neruda
Essays on life, work and literatureArchive for May 26, 2009
Middle of the Night
Left alone at night I wondered where
The glow of the moon would hit
The slide of the roof, I wondered if
The truth was a thing worth knowing
Or if we can not sleep because
We are so tired of showing our vulnerabilities
I wondered, couldn’t sleep, all these thoughts
Keeping me so tense between the sheets
While outside city lights in the dark
But illuminated night reminded me
Of the open eyes to different skies
Their minds like mine in full reprise
Their hearts alert their thoughts in full
Dressing down, the frowns that make
You jerk and start the temperaments that rise up
From below and become a part of
Dreams the things that seems so real
But are just recollections of an ordinary day
The very many ways we keep ourselves
Alert, full of hurt, nurtured by the midnight
Too afraid to sleep and wondering
About something we can’t contain
We can’t explain, the unknown and the knowing
The places been the places going,
The faces seen, the bellies showing, the
Wild wind swept ocean, the thousand songs
Of devotion, I wondered where the moon
Touched them too, on the slope of roofs
On the outstretched palms on the hair
Left loose on the cheeks turned, and
Clammy foreheads of the never sleeping,
Quiet people, always wakeful, hundreds.
