29 Oct 2011 01:11 pm
Neither alone nor united I sit on the stoop where I live
Watching robins alight then dart between foliage and limb
Between darkness and brilliance I ponder neither heady nor trite
Somewhat calm and excited I am thankful for this respite
Between sickness and health our bodies seem to bob and glide
Somewhat conscious somewhat surprised is where I reside
Neither war nor peace I fathom no real news to incite
In the space between harmony and dissonance I take in this life
I breathe in this life