Midnight to Noon by Mara Lemanis
Midnight to Noon by Mara Lemanis
Midnight to noon
Now is the time when
night squeezes day
in a tightening circle
like a clock face tracking
noon to midnight
in a coil under torque;
it is time for the sacred circle,
primordial as
a sandglass sifting histories,
a mandala tracing omens
in the sand,
marking days that roll high
like waves on the shore
marking days that ebb thin
like spume on the surf
Now is the time when
cranes stretch tall
necks forward
beaks tucked into tailwinds,
winging home toward longer days;
a time when daffodils, hyacinths,
sweet pea, forget-me-nots
drop back to make room for
camellia, heather,
crocuses, holly,
and the Book of Life
pauses at Jerusalem Gate
entry denied,
last chapter pending
We sit round the log fire
chant songs
hallelujah;
in darkness we know
the day is done
yet the fire in the grate
leaps like sunbursts;
we share cornbread, ham,
mandel bread, yams;
cinnamon, nutmeg,
cardamom, cloves,
spicing the dark
We make a toast
in the log fire’s heat
to goad our myths
to lull the night
coax back the sand,
build mandala again
trace omens again,
write chronicles;
again we chant,
charging the sun
to deliver us back
from midnight to noon.
Mara Lemanis
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