In Voices

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

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