This is the Deepening Month

This is the deepening month.

Together, before daylight is delivered,

we run in October’s transforming dark.

Sleepily, but as devoted as automatons,

we misread our pace in this shadowless otherworld.

The familiar road is reconstructed in our memories;

our footfalls become unsure, imprecise –

eyes widen and we are suddenly alien-like!

The river prattles, the birds not yet in flight.

Indistinguishable phantoms arch and curve ahead.

Though bright miles are measured,

darkness remains our homeland.

We are together, we are running, we are virtuous.

John Rice

Please note that the poems are copyright John Rice 2014 and cannot be reproduced without the express permission of the author.

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