The 5:23 Illumination: A Poem on Boundaries and Light

 

The 5:23 Illumination

The glass gave way at five twenty-three,

a sudden, quiet hush of light,

on the very first dawn of the year in me,

leaving the shadows clean and bright.

No light was lost, no spirit shaken,

just old wires yielding to the new,

a boundary set, a power taken,

to hold the space where peace grew true.

I closed the gate to gentle strangers,

I kept the anchor in my hand,

for when the switch turns off the dark,

you finally see where you stand.