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In the Darkest Hours

Updated on January 11, 2012

My footsteps muffled in the darkest ‬
Deserted streets
Fill my consciousness

This dark, dark time
Before the day
Is like another country

A woman in the driveway
By her house
Looking as bewildered as if she
Awoke this morning in Budapest
Eyes me with misgiving
I comfort her with my smile
And good morning
She smiles back

Cars pass sleepily
With seeming reverence
For the quiet

Each stark moment
Dramatically backlit
Begs notice
Reinforces the importance
Of now

In the darkest streets
My footsteps muffled
I am conscious
Of every

I get up at about a quarter to five most weekday mornings to make my commute to work in a suburb about fifteen miles from my home. Everywhere, the mood is quiet and subdued, as if mindful that others might be sleeping. In my home it’s true - my family is sleeping. When I go outside at around six o’clock, I find it is also true there. Windows are dark, and streets and sidewalks are all but deserted.

In the solitude of quiet darkness, footsteps seem more special. Without cars to watch out for or fellow pedestrians to consider, footsteps gain importance since they are making the only sound. It becomes easier to acknowledge and savor each footstep when it is so quiet and all the usual distractions are asleep.

It is good practice to notice your footsteps. They are numbered, you know. You only get to take so many. You may as well take notice of them. Enjoy them, if you can. Why not?


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    • Felixedet2000 profile image

      Felixedet2000 6 years ago from The Universe

      really cool and nice piece. thanks

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      Tom Rubenoff 6 years ago from United States

      Thank you, Senoritaa. In some ways the pre-dawn hours are my favorite time of day.

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      Senoritaa 6 years ago

      Wow, the things you must experience in those dark hours of commute. Full of wisdom your poetry is.

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      Tom Rubenoff 6 years ago from United States

      Thank you, Kulsum!

      There is a feeling that the sleepers are all connected that instills a sense of reverence in me. Thank you, Ms. Ann :)

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      Ann 6 years ago

      I like the comparison of the darkest hours to another country where most of the villagers are asleep. :)

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      Dr Kulsum Mehmood 6 years ago from Nagpur, India

      Such a beautiful way to start a splended day. After every dark night there is a bright day. Lovely poem.

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      Tom Rubenoff 6 years ago from United States

      I love it when someone can relate so well to my poem, Gypsy.

      Thanks, Eiddwen! I'm always made happy when you comment.

      JK! Thanks so much!

      I'm glad you found my imagery vivid, Debbie, thank you.

      Sacred is a good way to describe it, Martie. Or holy, as in 'set aside.' Thank you.

      Thank you, Ruby! I never thought of counting my footsteps either, but it is a good idea for mindful walking :)

      Thank you, Iva!

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      iva dragostinova 6 years ago from Brighton, UK

      Fantastic imagery! Awesome, beautiful and interesting, definitely up.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 6 years ago from Southern Illinois

      Very interesting Tom..I never thought about counting my footsteps..Loved your poetry..You captured the early morning..

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      Martie Coetser 6 years ago from South Africa

      Is it not the most awesome (almost sacred) time of our 24-hour cycle? As if the cycle had been cleaned of all tension and negativeness, and now fresh again and in anticipation to be grimed with who-knows-what. You have painted with words a pretty perfect picture of this time of the day.

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      Deborah Brooks Langford 6 years ago from Brownsville,TX

      Wow..this poem made me feel like I was there..with you..seeing the lady next door...sleeppy. lovevit..I voted up and awesome.debbie

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      Richard Francis Fleck 6 years ago from Denver, Colorado

      Tom, this is a fantastic poem, perhaps my favorite of all the poems I have read of yours. I had this feeling when I lived in Ireland where the sun did not rise till 10 am in December.

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      Eiddwen 6 years ago from Wales

      Briliant and has to be warded that up up and away.

      Take care


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      Gypsy48 6 years ago

      This poem captures the early morning perfectly. I love the lines," This dark time, before the day is like another country." I have often felt that way when I am out early in the morning. Well done.

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      Tom Rubenoff 6 years ago from United States

      Thanks, Randy. :)

      Thank you, Nat.

      Well, pull down the shade, Thelma! Thank you

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      Thelma Alberts 6 years ago from Germany

      Lovely! I feel like somebody is watching me in the dark;-)))

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      Nat Amaral 6 years ago from BC Canada

      Very beautiful. I like how you capture the calm before the morning.

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      Randy Behavior 6 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Beautiful capture Tom. I feel like I should be whispering.

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      Tom Rubenoff 6 years ago from United States

      Thank you, Cris. I relish those early hours. They are very special. :)

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      Cris A 6 years ago from Manila, Philippines

      It's all very visual and moody, almost noirish. I like it very much.