somerville,
your the salt.
cambridge,
your the coal.
New England,
the fall.

betwixt and between

-Ode to the midway, midlife, halftime and 40 years on the trail........

Forever

that glare

in the rearview

mirror.

forever be

that blinding light ahead of

me.

godwilling, inshallah

Betwixt and between

memories like mirrors

collectively pushing the

boat from shore, into your

unfathomable sea.

boundless sand and boundless sea,

Betwixt and between.

rain envelops all,

there’s soil underneath

our nails.

reminding me

of grace’s topography

water flows to the lowest point

Betwixt and between

take flight

albatrosses

that once so hypnotically

swayed

round my neck.

milestones

are lessons,

gracing breath

Betwixt and between

reference is a point

love is a verb

hospitality blooms bullhorn

movement 

Betwixt and between

yelling ‘Fire!!’

to a vacant theater,

sowing seeds across

divided trenches

which hill is bathed in

golden light?

Betwixt and between

l e t t e r s

words,

more words,

ideas

so strung out

notions, motions

and more words

stretched and

drained

constantly revolve

circumference

the clock

pressures, stressors, insistently

ticking.

                      rear ended

alas or at last,

into a quiet awareness of

hallowed ground

Betwixt and between.

learn

unlearn

the

art of

convert.

shedding

stretching

spinning

spool of life.

bind me unconditionally

love

Betwixt and between

empires build walls

demarcate

mortar my heart as an

open gate

Betwixt and between

birthed in or out
fall in or out
slipping
expansive starlit night
Betwixt and between

window to

frame

lamp to

body

flicker to

flame

burning brightly

Betwixt and between

a movable feast

for All to share

tip the doorkeeper

as she quietly hangs

your

hope

sorrow

memories

pretense

fears

power

unknowns

certainties

sighs

relief                 

invited to grace,

jubilee,

merriment of the other

to courses and courses

rounds and rounds

until your satiated and grinning ……

then,

hear the swing,

the splash, brass,

the electrifying pulse

of that jazzed up band

now,

dance, dance, dance

Betwixt and between

casting a net gain

ballot right               ?
manners right              ?

raised right                     ?

cultured right                     ?

scaled it right                        ?

but

left

unconditional love……….................behind

to love god and others more than everything ekse

Into the sunburnt sun

Tassels dance

from the bars

I once gripped

so tightly,
against the wind and the rain.

Into the sunburnt sun.

Driving wheel or steering wheel.

is
the epilogue of a journey entirely crafted

on a simple axle?

Idle.

Chronicles of a Glass family or a Chronic town

worn as classic timepieces.

Deluged now with tireless scanning and pulsating clicking

flooded with over flowing
dross.

Eclipsed.

Before trenches were dug

lightness, loftiness

of being and believing.

Elated.

not the world's greatest ________.

how to reconcile these

middle ages?

Did empathy ever enter on crutches?

Did ambition ever arrive in an ambulance?

Does a mock execution ever persuade mockers?