It is mete and fit for journeys to end;
for the train to pull into the station,
for all tired travelers to disembark.
Let us imagine them gathering now
in a fine hotel, mere steps from the tracks,
where they can stop, unknot the tiredness
of the body, the fatigue of the mind,
rest for a moment alone. Soon, they shall
join those waiting, who traveled before them,
in the glittering dining room. Candles
will be lit, and glasses lifted in joy.
Reunion will suffuse their hearts like wine
filling a glass to the brim and beyond,
washing away even the memory
of pain. But for now, just for a moment,
let us imagine them pausing as they reach
final clarity, still content to listen
to us, to music we make from their names.
For me, this has been an intense month, and the daily task of the poem steadied me.
My heartfelt thanks to all of you who were there for me this past April as readers. You know who you are! Your daily presence cheered me on each day.
In gratitude, Leslie
Lately, I fear being pulled under.
And, so, ladders appear everywhere:
across the street, next door, near
my porch. Even here,
inside a monumental marble-walled
museum, a microcosm
of skill and beauty culled from
the whole blue marbled globe
we inhabit. And so, I am
asking for the courage to see
how to rise above, to find one step
up, one step back into hope.
This is the penultimate day of NaPoWriMo– hope to see you tomorrow for the final poem in this year’s series.
Check out other participants at the NaPoWriMo Challenge 2017 home site!