During Those Hours

Either way / it becomes / in you / muted / there / and not there / away from / the constant / light-burn / of the city / farther away / from where you've been / lost / in its crowd. Edging / up to this / other world / the eyes absorb / time / with no time / insistently talking / for as long / as it likes. And we / have no pull / in its say / on this mid-afternoon. Held / in the quiet / low-slung intimacy / of a January sun / lobbying / for some kind of narrative / to name / what is felt / in one / rooted always / to its light – a perfect medium / to turn to / today / searching / for some kind of relief.

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How welcome / at this time / to reclaim / that current of warmth
transpiring during those hours / on that cold January day…