Dwelling and thriving in the gap; neither here nor there
On a gossamer bridge.
On a deep knowing, or is a fancy?
No fancy ever felt this real…at least to me.
But I’ve been known to carve the most beautiful
And most ugly crafts out of nothing.
Here one minute, gone the next.
The unseen, somewhat known, but solidly perceived.
Resting on trust alone, hope alone. Love alone.
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful writing, Sylvia. Thanks for sharing this vivid poem as your first slice of life.