Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem reflects on days, and their part in our lives; and the night part of days. Here it is:
Night is a Part of Day
Waking into a slept mind
makes everything feel fresh.
Called a new day,
but in reality,
there is no fold,
beginning or end…
remembering, reflecting
… life and death
happen all the time,
in the world,
it is the cycle.
Each experience is personal,
rest makes them into memories.
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