The Poetry Project

A Strange Moment in Time

The clock blinks 3:17 AM-
not late, not early, just suspended,
dangling between yesterday and tomorrow
like a forgotten thread on the sleeve of time.
Somewhere, a cat watches the moon,
half-interested, half-bored,
as if it knows a secret
but refuses to share.
Streetlights hum their electric lullaby,
casting long, lonely shadows
that stretch and yawn
before curling back into the dark.
A single sock sits abandoned on the sidewalk.
Who lost it?
Who walks now with one foot colder than the other?
And does it matter, really?
The night breathes in.
The night breathes out.
The world continues,
indifferent and infinite,
while I sit here,
blinking back at the clock.