Waiting for the Dawn

By Doug Montgomery

For all those unfortunate people who have had the sentence of insomnia for various
reasons, I extend my heartfelt sympathy and wish that you find rewards in the
hardship as I try to do. On those long nights the only thing I can do is think, pray or
rearrange the contents of my refrigerator on a snack raid. Sometimes I make notes
while watching old movies, but then I can not always decipher them in the morning.
I also have to be careful to resist ordering from telecomercials that seem to have
much more importance when I am pondering my own existence for which I do not
get an extra one absolutely free to give to a friend for only a small additional
handling fee. I can, however, share a few musings without charge by writing them
during the day.

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Educational Publisher/Biblio Publishing
• Release date: Aug 9, 2013
• ISBN: 9781622491186

Book preview

1.

PASSING TIME

Nights come quickly now.

Clouds fly, waxing the moon

as shattered beams stab out

on what may yet be done.

Dawns come guilt-fully

in sloth-like slowness

begging sleep stay as if nothing

still need be finished.

With the promising brightness,

hurried winds of change

sigh through my old breast.

Time, thou hast no respect!

2.

THE ECLIPSE

For a while they kissed:

The moon and the sun.

Evaporating pillars of flame,

Ageless ringlets of dust,

Craters devouring flares.

For moments faith existed

Juxtaposed with reality.

The view from here,

The scene from there,

Fused into one

Surrealistic, shimmering,

Jagged arc.

Time was arrested!

A sentence pronounced!

Silence gripped the gallery!

The prisoner’s face fell dark!

The radiant mother’s lips

Met the captive son’s brow.

The courtyard shrank.

The garden closed in.

The city faded in the distance.

The land became silhouetted.

Shadows on the firmament

Stretched and darkened.

Secrets hidden there became insignificant.

Men’s plans turned to Babel.

Songbirds fell to sleep.

Owls awakened.

Bees were confused.

The dusky balloon sailed on…..

Breaking the burning bailiff’s hold.

With a parting embrace

Time was freed again.

Its shrinking candle relit.

Shadows shrank and hid.

The walk of life resumed.

Plans flickered back to life.

Humankind struggled on!