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Working the evening shift feels like it has a few unique benefits. Coming home late there are few cars on the road, and I see the world in all the quiet of its shadow side. At times I can almost imagine I’m the last person on earth. There’s lots of time for thinking. My mind wanders often, I’m so used to my route now. And the poems come, as thoughts or ideas, in bits and pieces coming together, waiting for me to get home and put them down.

night drive

through the window
a wet evening–
coolness on my skin,
soothing, soaking,
a quiet, damp delight

mind fast, racing
driving home,
heart pacing softly,
listens, slows,
easing its steady tune

bright white lights
gone with the night,
wiped clean away
by wind and rain

worn eyes clearing
taking a new shape,
erasing the false day;
mind newly fresh,
silent, moving on

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Jacqlyn Thorne

I've never really liked labels: I am this, I am that... But in the interest of introducing myself to the world, I can say that I am many things: nurse, writer, photographer, poet, painter, gardener, friend, armchair philosopher, counselor, nature lover, real-estate aficionado, movie buff, sometime yogi, and aspiring world-traveler. I think that's a pretty good list... for now. I want to become a bigger part of the vital, creative force I feel deeply at work in the world and connect with other people who want to do the same.

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