5: 46 A. M. Poem by Theresa Haffner

A pale swath of blue emerges
between dark rectangles
of buildings on either side
a transparent strip of sky
above ghost silhouettes,
hushed traffic lights
and solitary pedestrians
pushing back the boundaries
of day and night

a rare and fragile moment
of great intimacy
it has always been
my favorite time of day.

in this world of
unwritten messages,
secret codes and
meaningful glances,
the only answers
are questions
which have not
been asked.