Sunset At Slack Water


There is a moment
Between the days strength
And night arriving
When the trickle of light
Almost ceased,
At the balance point
Between phases.

And there
We come close
To time’s demise:
The essential end
And the very beginning,
Like two delicate eggs
Nestled in the hand
Holding the quiet duality
Of a thing in limbo:
Being not one
Or other
But both
And neither.


copyright 2016 Ben Truesdale & distilledvoice

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