Alone by Carole Glasser Langille

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April 4, 2013 by northerncardinalreview

Wind followed me
Down a narrow street I wasn’t planning to enter,
And the sound of peepers and fog.
Rain hacked into evening, night itself a system I couldn’t sound out,
The all-or-nothing nature of its terms,
Everything tenuous, uncertain.
I hoped morning would illuminate where I was.
But as soon as sun made its way over hills
Capsizing shadows of houses and trees,
Stratus clouds became nimbostratus, so low and murky
It might as well have been evening.

The odd thing was, for the moment, fear
Was nowhere to be found. At the bottom of my breath –
Silence, and silence’s
Great companion, wordless, inconspicuous joy.   I knew
They would accompany me for as long as I wanted,
For the rest of my life if that’s what I chose.

Carole Glasser Langille’s fourth book of poems, Church of the Exquisite Panic: The Ophelia Poems, was published in the fall of 2012. She lives in Nova Scotia.


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