The In Between
I’m in between light and dark day and night birth and death departure and arrival I left but I’m not there (not even sure where there is) somewhere between non and infinite there is finite looking back (for a quick check and then forward again) gives the illusion that the horizon has moved closer in the grand scheme it hasn’t it’s always one twilight away I think Tom Waits would understand I’m in between there and there then and then grey and grey and sea to shining sea (please remove your hats) somewhere between Wordsworth and Blake and Eliot there is the splendor of the grass and infinity in the palm of your hand as you lay etherized upon a table I’m in between waking and sleeping the cliché and the ineffable in a world where you could Google it and your first hit would be: “God is ineffable, a beautiful word” in between east and west there is Eden the word was after all in the beginning and the word was with God and