Emily Hart
38 poems
03/25/2025 00:00h
I dream about ordinary things now
grocery stores
long hallways
a car that won't start
the dramatic dreams have left
replaced by the logistics
of imaginary errands
i think this means i'm healing
03/09/2025 00:00h
Nothing special about a tuesday moon
no ceremony
no name for it
just up there
doing the thing
on a tuesday
02/18/2025 00:00h
The quiet hours between 2 and 4
belong to a different version of me
she has no plans
she has no obligations
she just sits here
in the quiet
and waits for morning
01/20/2025 00:00h
i kept watch over nothing
for hours
window to ceiling to window
but keeping watch
is its own purpose i think
the watched night is not alone
12/29/2024 00:00h
the pale light through the curtain
means it's night
and i'm still awake
and the world is still turning
without asking me first
11/07/2024 00:00h
I used to be afraid of long dark evenings
now they feel like mine
i own the long dark now
we have an understanding
it stays, i stay
we don't explain ourselves
10/18/2024 00:00h
The fog is a kind of silence
that you can see
it takes the edges off everything
i like the fog
i am often the fog
09/30/2024 00:00h
The rain at night sounds
like company
i don't mind being alone
when it rains
the sound fills the room
i think that's okay
08/17/2024 00:00h
Nothing up there tonight
just sky pretending
the new moon is the most honest
it says: i'm here
you just can't see me
i think about people like that
07/04/2024 00:00h
Some nights i don't dream
i fall and i rise
and nothing in between
those are the hardest mornings
like a sentence
with no middle
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