Noon by Elana Wolff

Poem title: Noon
Poet name: Elana Wolff
Poem: 		a slender slot on the clock. Across the street, 
the concrete tower brandishes its power; 
I’m a bogie—brake to bone.  
Something from the building  
drops. I don’t know what, 
but suddenly I’m humming—
a gloomy tune and words that aren’t my own: 
Do not forsake me, oh my darlin’ ...
It seems almost heroic that the sky beyond the building 
is a giant vibrant blue. A long, untroubled 
songless blue—although it’s noon, the time is nigh.
		In the dream that brought me down, the baby was 
located—deathly still yet breathing in the dust beneath the couch.  
End of poem. 
Credits and bio: Copyright © Elana Wolff
Elana Wolff’s writing has recently appeared (or will soon appear) in Arc, Best Canadian Poetry 2024, CV2, FreeFall, Galaxy Brain, Montréal Serai, The Nashwaak Review, Pinhole Poetry, Prairie Fire, and Vallum. Her collection, Swoon, received the 2020 Canadian Jewish Literary Award for Poetry. Her cross-genre Kafka-quest work, Faithfully Seeking Franz, is forthcoming from Guernica Editions.