Listening to the Dark

Fairly often, odd thoughts stroll through my mind, and sometimes, those odd thoughts find their way into poems.

“Listening to the Dark” is one such poem. When I get up in the middle of the night, I often find myself stopping in the dark and listening. Whoever coined the phrase, “pregnant silence” was so right. I never feel silence is empty. It always seems full, bursting, but held in.

“Listening to the Dark” is from my second book Event Horizon (2022)

Listening to the Dark

In the middle of the night,
I listen to the dark
not saying all it knows
of days and days and days on end
since before
there were days.

Published by mrteague

Teague McKamey lives in Washington state with his wife and two children. Teague’s poetry has appeared in several journals and in self-published books. He blogs at thevoiceofone.org and awanderingminstrel.com. In all areas of life, Teague desires that Christ may be magnified in his body (Php. 1:20).

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