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09/07/09 - (1)
Tonight's Silence
A wide silence falls over this entire suburban city, Inundates this restaurant's patio, Where I've come to idle away my time, alone, This Labor Day evening, savor a spell of poetry writing — Pulling imagination down from the sky.
I don't know how it could have escaped me till now, The realization that people are staying home (Nobody I know, other than me, went to work, today), To celebrate the familiarity of family, Enact rituals that bind kith and kin, in friendship and love.
Sitting by myself, I'm at peace, Without my once-upon-a-wife, children, parents, siblings, And the lady who assuaged my middle-age crisis — Those who defined my identity, Engendered a sense of mission, in my existence, enlightened it.
Indeed, the silence heightens time's immediacy, Assigns my life a place in the greater cosmos, Invites me to commune with the fluid blue between clouds, Meditate on the immediacy of immortality, And lose myself to myself, in becoming one with the silence.
09/07/09 - (1)
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