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Why Midnight? Sept. 14, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Sep 13
  • 1 min read

you and I change at dusk,

pull back from the outside

close ranks, gather inside walls

 

we know darkness is only read

thru hearing, stumbles

and imagination

 

so why does midnight,

the midpoint of night,

designate a calendar change?

 

nothing shifts except maybe

a groan and rollover in bed –

there's no pause to the dream

the moon’s face stays the same

stars don’t adjust their glimmer

the wind doesn’t take a breath

 

the first streak of light

ought to start a day

 

each day should begin with hope

 
 
 

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