The Music of The Night

by Elizabeth Paul

It is not wise to listen to
"Unchained Melody" while
driving at night through places
where deer move from one field
to another. It's such
a distraction, that bold
angst about time
and love--who can resist it, one finds
oneself listening, not
looking, not seeing, really, not
knowing, and perhaps
one finds oneself
singing along in high and bad
voice, and carrying on a
running inner dialogue about
how true such things as
song lyrics really are, and
how sad,
until, in the midst of this
blind glorious
immersion, one's luck runs out and, hell,
there you are.

Elizabeth Paul has been writing poetry, "informally," for twenty-five years. She has produced one chapbook, "An Edgy Jack Named Fionn," out of print, through Gray Haven Press, and has published poetry in several online and hardcopy venues. Her "poetic voice," she says, "arises from a momentary fancy, or fantasy."