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A Midnight Poem That Had to be Written Before Sleep Could Be Had
By
Steven Hoadley
6 billion people on this planet
and our footprints in the sand
happened to cross paths
while we paused
for coffee
and rest
and thought
on a patio in Sedona, Arizona.
There were two of them there. A couple, I thought.
I noticed her a little,
him a little more
because, of course
I always notice the obstacle
first.
Then somehow she finds me.
A letter, a call and six weeks later
we sat together
on a quiet bench
in a little park
in a small town
in California.
I felt nervous, as though something was missing.
The obstacle, perhaps.
I do well against obstacles.
But there was none this time, or so I thought.
It was just her, me, and the truth of my life.
And for a moment, for a very brief, very unobstructed pure moment,
I’d forgotten about the obstacle.
Then I remembered.
It was just her, me, and the truth of my
life.
Copyright © 2005 Steven Hoadley
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