BY RACHEL MAXWELL
The dark of day behind
The light of night beside me.
Eyes half shut,
But never more wide and far-reaching. And
This moments rest, consolation.
Throughout day I long upon the leaves of
books I feed
And by night I find a resting place
A seat, to stop,
The loud now quiet,
End of a working day
Now, I rest this body.
Now, I see
All that is invisible to those who do not
To satisfy an ever-craving need.
Now, I lean,
On wood that holds this body
On paper that fills these hands
On words that ease this mind,
Another life, another
but a hub of a thousand connections.
This piece was written by a participant on our Creative Writing Programme. It was inspired by the above piece, click the image to view it in the NMNI online collection. Read other works from the programme here: Virtually (Re)writing history: A series from our online creative writing programme