A Poem: In the Dark

In the dark.
In the moment that the clock stops,
turns back in the night.

In the moment that you stand
in a field,
under a sky that’s carried on long without you.

In that moment that you just
need a breath of air,
any air that was not breathed yesterday.

In that moment

you need to see the
stars turning once more,
to believe that not everything has stopped,

has stilled again,
that we have to hold our ear to the earth
to hear a heartbeat.

Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
August 2020