—∞—
A dog is barkingIt’s late
That distant sound
Pulling
Tugging
At a loose thread
A fragment
Of memory Memory of what?
I’m not certain
Was it in a play
On some long-ago stage?
A movie?
Or heard from the window sill
Of my childhood bedroom
On a hot summer night? Hearing that faraway call
Pulls at me
Each time
Every time
What is the meaning? Why am I drawn?
Perhaps it’s because
It always beckons from beyond the current situation
From beyond myself
© 2014 Thomas W. Cummins
Tags: Meaning, Memory, personal, poetry, spirituality
In a dim light... 
May 27, 2014 at 1:58 am |
Haunting poem Tom, beautifully written.
May 27, 2014 at 5:28 am |
Thank you, Teri.