Poetry: “A Fragment Lost,” by James R. Hannah

Night relaxes its eastern hand
Dawn inches forth, Quiet a vigil keeps.
The house about me now is still.
I sort through words while my lady yet sleeps.
A thought half-formed, that thief of peace,
Has left me wrestling with its residue.
The fragment of a dream dim-glimpsed,
I seek the means to mend it whole anew.
The fragment fades and Dawn bears it away.
No wisp remains. There’s nothing left to say.

James R. Hannah is a retired scientist living with his wife in a quirky old house on Staten Island. His background includes writing, editing and proofreading prose. He recently decided to devote his remaining years to reading and writing poetry. Now 90, he has begun submitting his most recent poems for publication.