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We are all telling each other's stories.
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Welcome to my tiny website. Thanks for coming by. Here is a poem from my new book, ACROSS MY SILENCE from World Audience Publishers: www.worldaudience.org/AcrossMySilence.html. Write me at jack@jackcooperpoetry.com.
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BEFORE DAWN
I like the world before dawn
when nothing has been decided yet,
not the meaning of yesterday,
not the fate of tomorrow.
Some of the birds have a clue it’s true
but most of creation isn’t sure
how to read the leaves.
Even the cat doesn’t know
where it’s going to nap all day.
I like to throw open my window
to a big moon medallion
on the long dark neck
of the sky above the garden.
I like the way silence prevails
in the workplace of spiders and bats
and a vast stillness gathers around
as if I were witness to some secret
ceremony of the elements,
hooded spirits preparing to bless
the birth of the new.
This morning, as I watch
the pink cheeks of the baby day
break through the clouds
on the prostrate hills,
she doesn’t look like fate,
like original sin,
and I can’t help but think
we really can start over,
between fires.
© Jack Cooper. First published by Sweet Annie & Sweet Pea Review, V11N3, 2006
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