You Were the Distant Hum of City and Traffic

A poem

James Deagle
Write Under the Moon


shaows of a woman in bed, having trouble sleeping
Photo by Megan te Boekhorst on Unsplash

You were insomniac lullabies
above the din of machinery,
tobacco plumes rising through
muggy summer midnights,
in the brief pivot between evening & morning,
distracted signals to a lost muse.

You were the distant hum
of city and traffic,
beyond which my heart
was trying to find its way,
despite the futility of a lost cause.

You were one song after another,
and another after that,
as I navigated a losing season.
I have travelled far,
along rivers and across the seas,
and you are very much still my raft.