Borderlands

Opened winged breath crosses beyond the limitations of our hands.

Some burrow into the ground to make home.

Half way between, the birds begin singing.

A border from another perspective is the center.

We dance our way around meaning, a fire we are feeding.

Is infinity too small, too limiting?

I am moved to pick up my brush, make it recede.

Let the sky touch the ground.

All day I was walking.

I stopped to sit on stone.

I listen as one blind cat scratches the wall before dawn.

I am under the snow,

an eddy traveling the sea.

I open the curtains.

I close the curtains.

What is all one we seek to distinguish.

You are caught looking forward.

Little birds now scamper across the snow.

Are they concerned with tomorrow?

They were not here yesterday.

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