A Poem: Liminal (or is that COVID) Time

I wrote this poem a while back, but it feels quite appropriate during COVID-time. I thought I’d reshare it with you.

Liminal Time

I’m operating in liminal time right now

Straddling where I’ve been with where I’m going

I know where I’ve been; I’m not sure where I’m headed

I do know that wherever that is will be good

I am right at that cusp between day and night

In the gloaming

Not straining to see what’s ahead

Walking slowly along the path with trust

Happy that long ago I lost my fear of night

 

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