Midnight

Outside at midnight
I suddenly notice,
not far from the terracotta porch,
a slender ladder.

Its silver quenched with days of harvest,
it waits forgotten under the mandarin tree.
Feet sunken, shallow anchors
in a lake of dark grass.
Its head bathing in moonlight.

Above it,
Mandarin lampions
dimmed by evening’s veil.
Faded orange chronographs
in a country
indifferent to seasons.
But gravity still pulls.
Fructose hourglass.
Oval clocks ripening
to tell us how much
time has passed.


by Christina Rupp, Artist in Residence

Christina Rupp is an artist and poet-in-residence, from Germany and South Africa. You can see more of her work at at www.christinarupp.com and https://www.instagram.com/christina.rupp/

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