Terminator Line

It is always dawn and dusk
Time moves on geographically
The terminator line marches inexorably
Round and round the planet
Smoothed across the sparkling Pacific
Cut to shreds by jagged mountains
Rippled across desert dunes
Unnoticed in the mega-cities
Each second brings a thousand tiny awakenings
A thousand tiny refugees from sleep
A thousand predatory opportunities
A thousand closings

Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Previously published on  In Between Hangovers

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2 thoughts on “Terminator Line

  1. A favorite topic! I love to contemplate time zones, how at this minute around the world people are just waking up, others are going to sleep, others having a midday meal. You’ve written this beautifully and I love the last three lines, which add poignancy to the poem.

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