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Like The Wind In The Middle Of The Night


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the middle of the night
is the place I often go
alone with my thoughts
poking me

if I poke them back
it will be a long night
so I let them slide aways
as an egg slips from Teflon
or drift along as if
they were the fluff
of calibrating cumulus clouds

I wait
patient and impatient
breathing in and out
letting my thoughts dissipate
still they gather around me
clinging like fog

I count the more pleasant thoughts
silently willing them into my head
enumerating colors and small details
of all the beautiful vintage clothes
I used to wear so long ago
and how dressing that way
transformed me from the inside

sighing
I'm suddenly satisfied
I feel settled in
somehow differently from
the moment before
knowing how
back then I made a better show

sometimes
when strangers looked at me
when I wore something odd or interesting
they were unable to look that close
or care
in anything but banal curiosity
I was transformed into a topic for awhile
maybe even a pleasant oddity
and then like the rushing wind
a small bird on the wing
I moved from their minds to somewhere else
fluttering

maybe winging up into
effortless cumulus clouds
then waiting to dissipate
into the thinness of time
eventually falling down
with the deafening silence of the rain.



LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM
WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE
I THINK WITH THIS I WILL RETURN TO SLEEP
3:39aM pst 8/1/2019 TIME DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS AUTHOR MELISSA A. HOWELLS
AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE
MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

THANK YOU AND GOOD NIGHT WORLD





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