Poetry
A poem by Dunedin Poet Ann Jacobson.
Woken
The house moves
to the sound of rain
on the roof
I think of sleep
or how difficult it can be
to have no thoughts
a quiet place,
a no-man’s land
between or not between
a small raindrop or
big raindrop, a darkened
spot of shut and open.
A vacancy or no vacancy
a very blind spot where
the light goes out.