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Poems

The Moon Behind A Cloud

A knock on my door
in the middle of the night.
Who is it?

A window opens
in a room that was locked.
Anyone there?

The phone rings.
I hesitate.
Hello?

My dog barks
as if there’s a stranger in the room
but she’s looking at me.

I see myself in the mirror,
half-there, half-not.

Not fading, just not ready
to step into the light.

Too scared to shine,
too stubborn to be put out,
too restless to stay stuck.

I just hide.
Like the moon behind a thick cloud.

Once a week, I write about the strange business of being human. No hacks, no hype, no magic formulas. Just the thoughts we’re usually quiet about.

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