It’s a curious place to be
Sitting between lives
Like being on small island
Lapped by two different tides
And yet here I am
Just kicking back getting a sun tan
Looking back I can see shipwrecks
And blood specks
The water sits crowded
Simply a mess
I take a sip of my coffee
Appreciate this sunshine and peace
In front of me the water stretches
Calm and unbroken
I ask it for a direction, a token
The wind whispers an unknown tongue
Perhaps one soon to be sung
I greet the uncertainty with a feeling of fun
Some days I sit in the surf
Marvel as my feet float above
The sunken earth
Looking for that wave
Some idea or direction
It’s a reassurance I crave
It hasn’t come yet
But somehow I feel it
A feeling of optimism
Filling my soul
Like air
Fills my lungs
For now though
I’m just sitting
In between lives
With sand between my fingers
As I search through
The possibilities being advertised
Dave James Horn ©
