Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Day 322: Arms. Cross. Horns. Flag.


In the distance between No and Yes, there’s a lot of ground we’ve not yet covered.
And every question that brings us to either answer, casts shadows.
Or illuminates them.
Each one an uphill climb.
Or a downward spiral.
A corner to turn or avoid altogether.
And endurance is carefully managed.
To stand guard on this goal that must or must not be met.
To give it the space it deserves.
Or the time it has earned.
But a showdown looms overhead.
Promising rain on a cloudless day.
Anticipation and Fear call for swift Judgement.
And we find that Maybe fits rather comfortably.
Like a glove that keeps us from getting our hands dirty.

1 comment:

  1. This is brilliant Tanya. And so perfectly captures my feelings during some of this past weekend. Thank you, as always, for putting words to things I sometimes find hard to express.

    xo

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