Poetry at the Threshold

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. – Carl Sandburg

An aqueous feather drops from my wings

Followed by another and another, until

Humbled, with bare shoulders hunched

I stand, unadorned, before the Universe

Motionless at the threshold,

Betwitxt and between boundaries of water and sky

Supplicating in solitude

Awaiting redemption

Within the gyres of uncertainty

Astride the fundamental boundary

I am fully aware that there is Now

Only Now and not Then or When or How

Fresh wings sprout fully formed

The updraft lifts my weightless soul

Renewed, I soar through the portal

With spirit infinitely reflected across eternity

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Writer/Artist:12 years in China – univ. lecturer: writing,poetry,culture; editor – magazine/newspaper & actor. 40 years students of the Tao. Traveler. Father. Read my books at: amazon.com/author/wheelerce

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