Minuet

Here is a recent poem I wrote about what goes on in your mind when you’re awake at 4 in the morning and everything is quiet but just about to wake up….

Minuet
by Julie Sumner

Seconds wax into minutes
In night’s waning hours–
Memories crash on breakers
Sharpened by the present moment–
The minuet of time and memory
Now crescendos,
Now diminuendos
Like the moonstruck tide,
An eternal, earthly rhythm
Resonating from forgetfulness
Into muscle-bound memory.