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 the word was God

how to end something that is

in between beginning and ending unformed and formed…

it is late

let us go and make our visit