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Arise (Free Verse)
Rising from odd years sleep,
I am told to turn and await the coming.
Folding hands from habit, facing a northern sky,
reaching beyond my horizon,
across the waters, out of the boat,
I turn and wait.
Thunder is a counting distance away from the light,
So I count the seconds
to the minute
to the hour of an uncertain time.
Closing my eyes, banishing thought,
wearing a cloak, I count.
Through the stillness in between, poised and ready,
It is my turn to keep watch.
Handing the lantern to the child on my right,
lifting the linen to ...