POEM OF THE MONTH

I live in the shadows between night and day On the border of living, all shut away While others go live, at home I stay

I live in the inbetween times

My world is small, with a window outside No one can help, the charlatans lied Sometimes I wonder if really I died

I live in the inbetween times

When the world goes to sleep, and the stars come out

I open my eyes and roam about

I plan and dream, but there’s no way out I live in the inbetween times

The dark and the calm, the morepork calls I am still stuck within these same old walls Padding the floors, and these sleepy halls I live in the inbetween times

Thunder rolls, and on the rain pours Winds howl, and rattle the doors Yet still the world around me snores I live in the inbetween times

Then remission comes, and I take flight No longer confined to the long night I gather my strength, and all my might And I leave the inbetween times

HELLIE HADFIELD Wellington, NZ