This poem is by Jeanne Lohmann. I keep it close to me, on the bulletin board at work, at my writing desk, and even in the journal that occupies my night stand. When you read it, I think you will see why. I don't want to ruin it by explaining it any more than that.
Questions Before Dark
Day ends, and before sleep
when the sky dies down, consider
your altered state: has this day
changed you? Are the corners
sharper or rounded off? Did you
live with death? Make decisions
that quieted? Find one clear word
that fit? At the sun's midpoint
did you notice a pitch of absence,
bewilderment that invites
the possible? What did you learn
from things you dropped and picked up
and dropped again? Did you set a straw
parallel to the river, let the flow
carry you down stream?
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