“Dawn” by Jennifer Griffin
Editors note: The following is a contrapuntal poem, which can be read in multiple ways. The piece forms two unique poems when read independently and a third when the corresponding lines of each are read together. In the interest of mobile readers, the lines of each column have been numbered. Numbers do not appear in the original piece. —20B
Dawn speaks, she whispers
The ghost in the hall
She carries it with her
She doesn’t recall
Bring in the cold, dear
Take it wherever you go
A sink full of dishes
A break in the dawn
Who’s going to miss you
Enough when you’re gone
Notice the time clock
It ticks and it washes away
She’s done it before and she swears she won’t do it again
Over and over beginnings will come to an end
What if she’s younger?
A lifetime ago
The cameras they shutter
But they never show
A woman’s abandon.
Forego the niceties of man!
Another year over
The feelings they burn
Holes in her sweater
Maybe she’s learned
The pictures of yesterday
They can never remain
She’s done it before and she swears she won’t do it again
Over and over beginnings will come to an end
Forget these lessons,
The pretense they bring.
A priceless possession-
Meaningful things.
Nothing is sacred.
Forgive the faithful, Amen.