Middles

I sit up late thinking
about beginnings and endings,
howI honor them
and snatch them
and spin about
seeking them.

Decide to focus
from here to the next here
on middles, middle ways,
in media res.

I’m halfway down
a glass of water.

Is it half empty?
Am I at the point
of refilling
and starting over?

Is it half full 
as in I can’t quite see
the end coming?

I will drink from it
no matter its level.
Cold and quenching,
or lukewarm and adequate;

whatever it is
in this central moment
is enough.