Midnight – A Poem by Beth Anne Boardman
(2012 PhD Mythological Studies)
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midnight
has become
my favorite time of night –
poised
(like we are)
between yesterday
and tomorrow –
between
the waning of the old
and the dawning of the new –
between
what’s lost
and what’s to come….
some souls seem able to live
between,
even in broad daylight:
once i knew a woman
with teeth bright as stars,
a smile passionate as
someone newly in love….
she lit up a room –
drew the gazes
of passersby…..
her skin, white as old porcelain,
thin and fragile as antique tissue paper….
carved and creased with
story…..
sometimes one gives up
both past
and future,
and even the hope
of the present….
one stands between time,
and sees no opposites:
we are old andyoung
happy andsad
enlivened andentombed….
sacred,
profane,
holy,
blasphemous….
we are both stone
and light….
and what we discover,
at the end of this puzzle,
is the importance of kindness….
our own
abysmal faults,
our unforgivably colossal
miscalculations and oversights….
draw our forgiveness,
dear as gold….
pulling
our blatant
humanity
into the circle of our love….
this is the gold
within the gold…..
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©2013
beth anne boardman
