The Pause

Poetry

Day and night are not separated sharply
like a thunder clap and the silence that follows.
They do not begin and end
on one another’s doorstep.

Rather, they slip silently through
dusk and dawn.
They neither cling to time
Nor demand attention.

Quietly and easily they escort us
from one room to the other.
Softly, holding our sensitivities.
They are the pause our souls need
To breath enough.

Kathy Boyce