dark though it is

two hours of walking around the city at night makes me feel strangely alive. slinging my camera and my tripod i set out with no destination in mind. alone. maybe i was hoping to get lost, but i know this city too well for that. this place, this place i’ve lived longer than anywhere else. how can that be? and how much longer will it keep me?

i’m feeling drawn towards something, and away from something. from what yet i don’t know. and so i keep walking, knowing at some point i’ll find it, whatever it is i’m looking for. 

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with the night falling we are saying thank you

we are stopping on the bridge to bow from the railings

we are running out of the glass rooms

with our mouths full of food to look at the sky

and say thank you

we are standing by the water looking out in different directions

with the animals dying around us

our lost feelings we are saying thank you

with the forests falling faster than the minutes

of our lives we are saying thank you

with the words going out like cells of a brain

with the cities growing over us like the earth

we are saying thank you faster and faster

with nobody listening we are saying thank you

we are saying thank you and waving

dark though it is

~ w.s merwin

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