Unveiling the Unseen: Danny Faragher’s Poetic Journey into Invisibility
Ever find yourself wide awake in those so-called ‘wee’ hours, where the clock’s just a cruel reminder and the darkness feels like an old, familiar cloak? There’s something oddly profound about the solitude that creeps up on you then—like you’re the last voice in a sleeping world. And then—out of nowhere—that sharp bark fractures the silence. Why do dogs insist on announcing their presence like existential philosophers branding the night with a primal “I am here”? Maybe it’s a defiant howl against invisibility, or perhaps a lonely companion’s quest for recognition in the void. Whatever the case, it sparks that impulse in us too—to shout back, to connect with the wild pulse beneath the calm. Now, wouldn’t it be something to truly listen in that moment, to what silence and sound are telling us about being? It’s worth pondering, don’t you think?
they call them the ‘wee’ hours,
but when enveloped in their dark cover
one breathes the severed solitude of the ‘I’
the bed creaks under my rustle and turn
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