Whoever Had the Light On.

I’ve recently discovered that several of my favorite poems share a common theme of isolation without loneliness. A feeling of being separate, even in the middle of civilization. Have you ever experienced that? It’s not a bad feeling, at least for me. But then I’ve never been lonely.

At any rate, here’s one of the poems that best encapsulates the experience:

Poem to Be Read at 3 A.M.

by Donald Justice

Excepting the diner
On the outskirts
The town of Ladora
At 3 A.M.
Was dark but
For my headlights
And up in
One second-story room
A single light
Where someone
Was sick or
Perhaps reading
As I drove past
At seventy
Not thinking
This poem
Is for whoever
Had the light on



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