Warm and Round

The night is still and round.
An ocean rises from city traffic
as my skin rejoices the fan
whirling from the ceiling.
I sit where the dog sleeps
when he’s here.
I can almost hear
his stir and stretch
as he dreams his dreams,
but he is far away,
farther than the train
blaring an intersection
on the other side of the river.
The clock ticks as it has
for two hundred fifteen years.
My clock has ticked
for sixty-five years plus
one hundred and three days.
I have a lot to learn.
I am blessed:
this warm round night will teach.

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Mr. T curled up

(top: eyadstudio.com; bottom: Toulouse, best dog in the history of dogs)

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About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair
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3 Responses to Warm and Round

  1. Melissa Shaw-Smith says:

    Really enjoyed this. Vivid scene and atmosphere painting!

    • narble says:

      It was one of those nights when I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep. Hopefully, tonight will be all the way through. Unless a poem wakes me up. Hard to argue with that.

  2. Debra says:

    I really enjoyed this poem. There are so many interesting references that I can feel the time ticking! I love the photo of Toulouse. Our dogs are such amazing companions!

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