Wildwood, 4:15 a.m.

7 May

by Nancy Scott

Grains of sand remain
on the page of poetry I read;
points of revision
that remind me of oceans
too distant to hear
except in night silence
between birds and crickets.
Surf no longer pounds
unless I pay attention.
 
I am a better editor
in the daytime, yet I slip
past my sleeping roommates
taking only sand
and the tape recorder
to write this in whispers.

Nancy Scott, Easton, PA, is an essayist and poet. She is blind.  Her over-500 bylines have appeared in magazines, literary journals, anthologies and newspapers, and as audio commentaries.  Her third chapbook, co-authored with artist Maryann Riker, is entitled “The Nature of Beyond.”

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