Waiting Through the Night

by Bibhu Padhi (December 2016)

Now, almost morning. It is difficult

to know how to steer through

the day’s long cleverness.


A vague pain from last night

over the earth, the sky, this body.


Even last evening’s whiskey

with friends, was too weak

to bring in sleep.


I asked my woman of Puri-on-Sea

to sit with me through the night,

listen to my invented tales.


Our intelligent, teenage son

will not listen to my

request for company.





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