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| Bryan Harry, 1964 (Additional photo credit info below) |
Coyotes
The
nights are the worst
(although,
she’s getting used to them).
In
darkness, her mind reinterprets
what her
eyes have seen; magnifies missteps,
manufactures
mistakes, threshes anxiety --
culling
the seeds of inadequacy
from every
success.
Doubts
redouble,
angst
increases exponentially and
pleasant
dreams become a chimera --
ducking
her every snare.
This
time, though, she’s certain
she’s outfoxed
Morpheus.
She’s
counting sheep.
Slowly,
she feels
her thrumming
pulse decelerate,
her every
breath becoming softer, lighter,
smoother
with each leaping lamb, until
just
before she drifts off
into sweet,
peaceful sleep,
she
hears the coyote’s call
PSC/2014-Apr
Written for 2014 April PAD Challenge: Day 6 – A
NIGHT poem:
Photo Credits:
Coyote Howling, Yellowstone National Park /
Bryan Harry, National Park Service, 1964
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