Light and dark have blended into one
and I am caught between them both
at the turning of the sky
from day to night.
I am caught between love and regret
wishing I had waited with my words
tossed them in my salad
and tasted their bitterness
for myself.
That fine line, so erasable
keeps finding its way onto
the pages of my life
coaxing me to see its folly
asking for reprieve.
My legs cannot part on such
distant shores and still belong to one
being who claims enlightenment.
This night I must weave the silk
of my cocoon and hope for wings . . . . .
Joanne Cucinello 2008
