John Lentini

The Transition

 

Twilight

on the edge

dozing off

shore line

push the envelope

door

horizon

cliff

sunset

moonrise

bridge

wall

 

that which divideth

that which transitioneth

that which blendeth

 

a division there always be

division sharp?

division slope?

division nonetheless

 

surface

face to face

bridgeth

blendeth

transitioneth

 

the beach

the beach

I love the beach

the shore line where water and earth meet

there—there—I am at the edge

pushing the envelope

I am the door and the window

I have found me