Terminator line by Kim Whysall-Hammond

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

Kim Whysall-Hammond is a scientist and a poet. She has found that she finds beauty and wonder in places that others find a tad strange. She shares her poems at https://thecheesesellerswife.wordpress.com

 

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