Midnight

at once both the ending and the beginning, a moment
so long and so fast I can see myself in it
frozen in infinite suspension

This is my midnight
It’s dark and my eyes are tired from seeking the sacred
that lies at the core of the mundane

I think I dreamt that moment came and went
and while I slept I missed the silent passing
The death of today becoming the birth of tomorrow

I suppose I could be dreaming still
waiting for a sign that morning
will come with a warmth well worth the wait

If so, then,
when I dream I’m awake
it will be to the endless soft sound of now

like the hush
of my hand on your skin
Like the rolling wave of wind

chasing itself across the desert
like snow
falling on snow