It's where I live, it's my home:
That Time of almost feeling,
Of barely conscious perceptions
And full awareness.
I step over the line
And dance in wakefulness
And act as if committed
To the stability of one side
Or the other,
But I never lose sight
Of my safety zone,
Which is always in transition
And forever changing me.
The Space is filled
With beautiful characters,
And bright and dark,
And I touch all
And they encourage me.
Some taunt me for my lack
And weakness.
But, tip-toeing across those boundaries,
Or stepping lightly and precisely
Like a tightrope walker,
Is what I do best.
