Queer Poem-a-Day is a program from the Adult Services Department at the Library and may include adult language.
There is no point in returning to sleep
as everything has already passed before my eyes.
The time between the blue glow beyond the hills
and the sudden flesh pink that replaces it:
there must have been colors between.
Always the sense that someone is standing
just out of sight, who will point out the hints and sights
as they pass too fast by the window, the glass
always between seeing and touching.
I have been sitting on this train
watching for the sun
and here it rises across the great lake.
There is not someone else
who knows all the words to the song
to which I know all the words.
Copyright © 2021 by Lauren Clark. Used with the permission of the author. Originally published on Queer Poem-a-Day on the Deerfield Public Library Podcast on June 27, 2021.