The-Word-Well » up late https://the-word-well.com Inspiration by the Bucket Wed, 18 Dec 2019 13:43:04 +0000 en hourly 1 Turnpike Insomnia https://the-word-well.com/turnpike-insomnia.html https://the-word-well.com/turnpike-insomnia.html#comments Thu, 09 Apr 2009 23:10:50 +0000 Sara K. Eisen http://the-word-well.com/tww/turnpike-insomnia.html Being the only one awake
life stands still;
I am timeless with no company, no measuring stick of kitchen or toys.
It’s now about whatever I can push
into the empty closet of two a.m.,
in a house full of little (and one big) boys.

I am a predator of minutes; slurping up memory from the corners,
sniffing out tasks from the walls;
A beast stalking quiet: also things never done, and the things never thought,
and sitting.

Tunneling backwards in a suburban vertigo,
I can feel late Sunday afternoon in November
at a rest stop in New Jersey; Coming back from a visit at Grandma’s in New York.
I am fifteen,
it’s raining,
and there is school tomorrow,
but only here at Someplace Named for War or History,
do I finally have a few moments alone, and nothing urgent
to possibly be.

Out of place, at peace, bored and alive.
Strangeness a segue to myself. The turnpike always gave me gray butterflies,
the Becoming of it.

It feels like that.

- SKE, October 2004

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