13 O’Clock
by Anthony Servante
There is a point
where the top
touches the bottom
where the sides
meet the middle
when the past
becomes the future
and everything
in that instant
starts and ends
anachronistically
like the day
and the night
at twilight
equal neither
themselves
nor one another
but something more
which owes
nothing
to history
space or motion
life or death
because
it pauses
for eternity
in its own moment
and place
for us
to whom time
holds no debt
save for 13 o’clock.