This day is a day where the color of the sky and the bay are the same It's a soft gray where the edge of the sky blends with the horizon line of the bay It feels a bit upside down As if I too could blend right in and lose myself in the softness of this gray landscape Would that be so bad? To be held by the bay and the sky in a liminal space? Would that be so different really from the space I occupy right now?
Beautiful
Sweet.
Drop in.
I’m really struck by your closing stanza. It prompted these two wonderings … Aren’t we all occupying the spaces spanning the multiple boundaries in our lives? And aren’t those boundaries much more artificial, and much less solid, than we suppose? Thanks, Carol!