I am somewhere
between the Beginning
and the End.

Atop the summit,
I can see clearly
the way it’s unfolding.

Unfolded? Both, I think.

In front, Old Sun sets.
Behind, Luna whispers
apologetic regrets.

But, here on my summit,
I am caught between
their rays, cold or burning,
and it seems that
I have been burned
onto the surface

of each.

© CGT, 2018.

9 thoughts on “Unfolded?

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  1. Love, love, love! Another favorite for me, for sure! I just nominated you for the Sunshine Blogger Award (see my post about it). Thank you for sharing your poetry. Thank you for inspiring me. Thank you for mentoring me.

    1. Thank you so much! I am glad it resonates with you and I’m very thankful for the nomination. Here’s a secret: one of my lyrical/poetic inspirations is a musician named Frank Turner. While you may not like the music, his poetry is stunning. Of course, opinions vary.

      1. Frank is amazing. I don’t think I made clear how honored and proud I am that you nominated me. For someone who traffics in words, I don’t know how to use them sometimes.

  2. We are caught between a dream and an idea, residing somewhere in the chasm between the two. I love your poem..and I beg the question: Are we ever really anywhere or are we always living in limbo, floating between two places? While thinking of the past and the future, what of the now?

    1. I’m happy you enjoyed it. I believe we remain in limbo until we learn to balance expectations with our willingness to work toward them. That dissonance prevents us from recognizing truth in our lives, I think. If we leave part of our consciousness in the past, while attempting to project it into the future, we’re at a huge deficit in the now.

      I’m sleepy, so I apologize it that was nonsensical.

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