Midnight, Train Station

by Grace Beaster
(New Zealand)

Oh, what a time!

Just past full moon
Not quite railway clock
Our friendly love
lying
between times
I’ve got it somewhere you can’t find it any more
I don’t even mind if you don’t know about it
I don’t need to be beside you
Only to know that you are ok
That you would come if I called;

That’s what time it is…

I never really trusted
until tonight, on the steps of the train station
at just past full moon
Because sometimes we can see
just fine in the dark – you didn’t need to be there
The circle, though dented, was complete
I tucked it, like a worn coin, in my pocket
I rubbed it hard
As you kneaded me
And felt no guilt;

What time is it? Eternity.