Wake: Up to Poetry
Happy Poetry Month!
during the break in chapter,
gets up to stretch beneath a skylight
and hears seagulls, small girls running.
So many pages since he listened last
that he can’t recall how it came to this
or which wall the door was on
or even now what time of year it is
Are his own pauses, he wants to ask aloud,
out there captivating someone else,
when an absent-minded ‘Where was I?’
echoes through and he returns
to the place that you left off.
-Conor O’Callaghan From Fiction