treading the line between

walking the line between
breathing and being
between
us and them
between
now
and later
between kairos and chronos
hinterland
where sun and moon appear together
one in
front
one behind
each beckoning
calling
each with its own distractions
and rewards
i wait here
unsure
where i have come from
the dark
feels safer
but to journey
is my destiny.
rest and peace
feels like an illusion
or a transitory moment
but hope leads me on.

Comments

H.M. said…
I really liked this one Chris. :)

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