(Composed January 3, 2011).
Wandering through the rain
Desperately seeking to find
The way, the path
Seems to have sunk
Beneath my feet, hidden
In the haze. Sunlight or
Moonlight behind cloud,
I know not whether it is night
Or day. The dim, grey ambiguity
Disguises what was once clear.
Lost in limbo, the liminal,
Unsettled, uneasy, uneven,
Tottering on the tippy top,
Shaking, swaying side to side,
Unable to stabilize, steady, secure
Eyes in the mud.
No mere flub or flounder,
But failing, falling
Flat.
Yet redemption even here
In the ground is found,
Washing clean.
Black is recognized as black,
White shines purest once more,
And men no longer look as trees.
