Horizon Dances

There is light.
And there is dark.
and there is the in-between place

where we straddle the horizon
like old trees,
craving the warmth
fearing the night,

rootbound we stand,
victims to wind and seasons
never realizing
we have legs.

About this poem

That moment, when we realize we are not trapped, despite all appearances and feelings to the contrary, and decide to dance, is magnificent.

Tom