Lying Awake

by Caroline Whalley

Lying Awake

I remember that time too precious to waste
When I listened to gentle snoring and breathing
In the darkness, my lone wolf sleeping.
Can’t get near him, I reach, touch, a recoil
Is he dreaming?
Far away, padding through forest,
I can’t follow, 
I am so lonely, 
My ears detecting
The whistling through different trees.

Day 29, of ‘one a day’ poems. By the end of April 2021, 30 poems will create a series. Each poem covers a fragment, a snippet taken consecutively throughout a day.

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