London Poem: Day 86

11 November

I remember well the long days
Folding into quiet nights
Of wonder, and weighing.
How would it all be?
There is still time to tell,
And there is time for
Further wonder.
We have moments upon
Moments left to spend.
Though, we still wonder.
Like the sea, we become
And we regress in alternating
Rhythms. I go and you come.
To be in the middle,
Where balance lives easily,
And our plans can shake
Further wonder, and blossom
Into being –
That is where I wish the
Quiet nights to deliver me.

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