Window of the Unknown

Stay here at the precipice, quiet.
Quiet as the sun rises
over the rooftops
across the street
and the cats watch, rapt.
Quiet as the coffee deepens
its creamy sweet acidity.
How many mornings
have I woken like this, early
and called to listen
at the window of the unknown?
Sometimes it speaks to me.
Sometimes it listens back.

~Brooke McNamara “Listen Back” from Bury the Seed


Each dawn, I’m given a fresh chance and renewed focus.
As the hills are limned by morning light,
I face the unknowns in the shadows.
I am rapt, watching.
I am silent, listening.
I have much to say, but don’t.
It is enough to be here – a witness.

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When the dawn
O’er hill and dale
Throws her bright veil
Think of me!

When the laugh
With silver sound
Goes echoing round
Think of me!

When the rain
With starry show’rs
Fills all the flow’rs
Think of me!

When the wind
Sweeps along,
Loud and strong,
Think of me!

When the earth
Sleeping sound
Swings round and round
Think of me!

When the night
With solemn eyes
Looks from the skies
Think of me!
~Frances Anne Kemble

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