• Diana Joy

NaPoWriMo 28, 2016


This fell out of my head at three o'clock in the morning. I scribbled it down in the dark in the journal I call the Midnight Writer that I keep beside my bed. It is raw, unfinished, and this is only part of it. I present it just the way it fell on the page. I don't really even know what it is about. What I do know is that my Mother couldn't walk when she woke up this morning.

3:00 A.M.

My connection to her is

that she is a stranger

finger tips idle

on the table top

she waits

like I do

Quiet clatter of coming and going

and always the beep beep beep

and wait and worry and don’t know

The tick of the clock on the wall

is a lie


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