AT HOME, IN BED, AWAKE, ON MY SIDE, ALONE

AT HOME, IN BED, AWAKE, ON MY SIDE, ALONE

A Poem by Glen Fitch



        Beside him, silent, stately,
                    on his right,
            the old magician's
                fair assistant stands alert, yet selfless,
                    keeping out of sight the trove
                        of secret props held in her hands.

        Just so I'd like to think
            you're guarding me
                I know you're watching,
                    fear you're judging too.
        You are the first and last thing
            that I see.
                In darkness full of fear
                    I reach for you.

        Just once I found unlocked
            my father's drawer and spied
                his potions, entertainments, aids
                    and shut,
                        embarrassed, reassured, heartsore.
        Those linger
             even as his figure fades.

                Protect and comfort me.
                        I'll kill the light.
            Good night, my night-stand,
                    standing guard.
                            good night.

© 2008 Glen Fitch


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Glen Fitch
Glen Fitch

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