In the Vestibule
The in-between is queasy
but all is in between.
Midsummer green? Monotonous
when everything is green.
The sea: a glittering question
when everything is sea.
This vestibule? Unsettling.
I teeter first one way
and then the other. In
or out? I am a fool
to be so caught off balance.
All is vestibule.
Plume: Issue #22 April 2013