Poem 28: Eternally New
What is it like in a liminal state?
Not fully asleep, not fully awake.
You’re not here, nor are you there
Pieces of you, float everywhere
Drifting along in the hot, summer breeze
Dusted across the leaves in the trees
Scattered atop the wet dirt of the yard
Perched on the roof, standing valiantly guard
Misted between the droplets of dew
Shapeless and fluid, eternally new