Posted by: facetothewind | March 16, 2015

Inside Out


Inside Out

A poem by January Handl • photo by David Gilmore

Electric hum of suburban existence
Is as silent as this moment can be
The miracles of long travels
In less than a day
Have asked my body for a toll
That is more difficult to pay
With the passage of years
Today begs rest, yet the other buzz,
From my mind, from within,
Long lists of tedious tasks
Feels unrelenting while inside the cocoon
Of my modern domicile
‘Tis stepping into the quietude
Of the natural world
That my very cells
sense the peace
Of no effort
No where to go
Nothing to do
No one to be
Grace and gratitude
Surrounds, fills and
Bursts into ambient
Waves of purring contentment



  1. Nice, January and David! I feel I recognize this feeling … the toll of jetlag that gets harder to pay. Yet that safe serene feeling of being HOME. Thanks!

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