Midnight - Special Edition Poem

Midnight
 
There is a moment
between today
and tomorrow
when we attempt

to make sense
of the chaos; or
is it the time
between yesterday
and today? It’s not
really a question,
just sometimes –
a split second thought –
to ponder, repeatedly.
 
It is the first time
when both hands
come together. The time
when people are asleep or
celebrate a new year.
When one day spills
into another with
a spilled drink, a kiss or
slumber. When one hand
holds the other
in dreams forgotten or
nightmares shared
and creeps into tomorrow,
or is it today?
 
Is there an answer, even at
the last stroke of midnight?
Because by then,
on any given night,
most of us are asleep –
and our dreams are
too surreal, not of order.
Perhaps, there’s some clarity
in the light of midday
when our hands 

come together again.