it is that warm-cool, before-after time
before twilight, but after the day
before the dark yet after the light

this anesthetized place between worlds;
this great balance between then, and yet…
it is only now, and then now, and now again;

the world breathes, it sighs and readies for eventide,
while i, i would flow out with the day if i could…
and the trees do not know i am here
nor the sky, nor the earth,
nor even the ground that holds me up…
and they do not care to know
we (you and i) are invisible guests –
tolerated in that place just after our welcome is worn
but before we are thrown out

i am in love with this present purgatory,
may i never be purified in its immersion