Imagine that you have to
choose a life

between being
a grown-up and returning

to your life as a child.
Between today’s glint

of silver metal
and yesterday’s old shine

of polished brown wood,
glimmering

between day
and night.

Imagine you have
to choose between them

and decide what life
will be yours,

that then you turn your back
on them both,

closing your eyes and entering
a space between.

In there the light is perfect
and blue and silver

and polished wood glow.
No issue or problem

with any of it, not for you
anyway. You’ve been there,

after all: halfway, as it were,
between grown and not grown;

torn up in thought
between child and man

though nothing has come
between them.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
onward,
T