The In Between Place

It is that in-between place,
between dusk and dark,
dark and dawn,
when the streetlamps are suddenly uncertain,
on the edge of change.

You have slept so long,
that waking in this moment,
you too, are uncertain
which way the light is traveling.

About this poem.

Where we are as a nation, I think. Where I am after a long two years.

The picture was taken in Venice, Italy.

Tom