2 Quotes by Tom Harding

Who’s awake at this hour?Just the mice rolling their life’s luggageacross the attic floor,running the gauntletbetween the suitcases and heavy coats,little refugees sailingtheir slim luck in the dark.

Shadows cross the walls of my heartlike the vacant bedrooms of the city at noon.We’re reminded we’re alive and that within usis the whole of the human condition—the dark heavy pieces of an orchestra at rest.