In between,
but in both
one foot in
one foot out,
here is there,
there is here,
where I am
touches both.
Moving waves,
shifting sand,
taking now,
giving then.
walkers wait
while walking
eager to see
what comes in.
Waiting here,
always close
to the edge
the thin place
where glory
comes and go
breaking through,
upon the clay.
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