Afternoon

Afternoon
by Tyler Bigney

Spent the morning chopping
and piling wood and then fished
the dusty afternoon alone.
Fished as the sun dipped
behind the trees.
Fished as the dark came on.
I didn’t catch a damn thing,
but looking up from the river
now and then,
seeing those blue mountains
and hearing the faint, distant sounds
from the road, a few miles back,
I realized how nice it was to be
far away from everything – and myself.

Author’s Comment: I wrote this piece in Moscow, Russia. I was lying in bed listening to the traffic outside, and wishing I was back in Nova Scotia. I longed for the simplicity of piling wood, fishing, and being far from everything. Knowing I couldn’t go home, I sat down and jotted this out before going to bed. In the morning I read my sleepy eyed scribbles over, and liked it enough to call it a “poem”.

Bio: Tyler Bigney was born in 1984. He lives, and writes in Nova Scotia, Canada. He writes short stories, travelogues, and poetry. He is currently working on a novel.

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One thought on “Afternoon

  1. Good job. This poem explains quickly the importance and power and beauty of getting out. You don’t have to do a darn thing; you don’t have to even experience much. This poem resonates with me because I think “getting out” is something we need to do more. Unfortunately it’s not enough of a priority today.

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