Between 3 am & Dusk
The thought of not being
steals my breath at 3 am
fear ropes into a halo
& I am headless.
Churchless I believe
no psalm praises life
fuller than a chorus of wrens
on a spring morning
verses scribbled at night
are my prayer.
At dusk the sun paints
graffiti on the darkening sky
& the hope of turning to
stardust settles.
Breeze stirs leaves
& on a windowsill
a bluebird folds its wings.
…..
This poem is from the chapbook Red Rain by Edytta Wojnar (Finishing Line Press), and can be found at https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/red-rain-by-edytta-wojnar/
Born and raised in Poland, Edytta Wojnar received her MFA in Professional and Creative Writing from William Paterson University.
The author of poetry collections Dandelions in Third Space, published by Stephen F. Austin State University Press, and chapbooks Here and There and Stories Her Hands Tell, published by Finishing Line Press, Wojnar received a 2025 Individual Artist Finalist award from the NJ State Council on the Arts. Her work, nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net, has appeared in The American Journal of Poetry, Cagibi, CALYX, Glassworks, Lips, Lumina, Paterson Literary Review, SurVision, The Stillwater Review, and elsewhere.
You can find her on Instagram @edyttaanna.
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