at night. in silence

This is one of my ‘waking up in the middle night with a poem’ poems, which sometimes happens. I remember that when I woke up, there was the strongest feeling of time and life passing. There was a sense of weight or heaviness in recognising the time I’ve already had. And in not knowing how much time I may or may not have left. But then, this is true for us all …

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At night
In silence

I feel the time
Of years, months, minutes
Already given

And then
In solitude

I want to crawl inside
The days, weeks, moments
Remaining

I want to push against
To stretch them out
I want time to expand

From then to now
From now until forever

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ajh 23.11.23

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