Midnight has a voice.
A calling for those searching,
unable to rest with anxious feet
crossing streets
trying to but not finding
that second chance.
Midnight is the thin slice
of between yesterday and today.
It’s half of this
and the start of that.
Some fear the straight up hands
of midnight, reminding them of
something surrendering,
maybe themselves, without a fight
to shadows and whispers.
Roger Singer 