The Sense of a Margin

You were reading about edgelands
so we talked about in-betweens,
places, times when one meets one other,
discussed the ways limits are forged,
the performance of boundaries

and I said, take what we call dawn, for example,
which is not about day edging out night,
or light, or birds, or any other cliché,
it’s about the activity of molecules,
                                    slow,      slow,      slowing
down in the middle of June as one, two, three
o’clock curls towards four and about the border
where the molecules inhale, then hold their breath,

leaving the air less than before,
creating a lip of time
that registers on my bare limbs,
it’s about how I make
that un-debatable reach.

Marilyn Hammick writes (and reads) poetry travelling, during still moments at home in England and France, recalling a childhood in New Zealand and years living in Iran. Poems have been published in Prole, The Glasgow Review and are forthcoming in Camroc Press Review and Writers Abroad.

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One Response to The Sense of a Margin

  1. darlingdarla11 says:

    Reblogged this on yours truly and commented:
    This poem is pure perfection.

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