A Poem by Chad W. Lutz

 

Dusk

 

This moment,

Like a callous,

Rough and memorable,

Life penetrates,

But never painful,

Just uncomfortable,

Full amalgam:

Birch bark blowing in the breeze at dusk.

I sit listening,

Ears craning,

Mouth part agape,

The sunlight

does my listening for me.

My mouth stays open.

I wish the sky stay lit forever,

But then I would never see the night,

And the dark stretches just as far.

 

 

 

Chad W. Lutz was born in 1986 in Akron, Ohio, and raised in the neighboring suburb of Stow. His works have been featured in Diverse Voices Quarterly, The Dying Goose, Haunted Waters Press, and prominently on AltOhio.com, of which he serves managing editor. Chad currently works in North Canton writing web content for an online job resource website. An avid athlete, Chad runs competitively for a Northeast Ohio running club and swims in his spare time. He aspires to run the Olympic marathon at the 2016 games.