0400

It’s in these early, dark hours
when the house is still gently snoring –
prowling cat confused by my footsteps;
stars in full, cold fire overhead –
that I can drop a small stone
into a slick, glimmerless pool
and slowly follow the ripples
to the heart of the matter.

 

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