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.