The Middle
A poem composed on a long flight to England.
Here I am, in the middle,
between clouds and streetlights;
stars and darkness, both
above and below.
Peering down,
it is hard to see stars
through all of that light.
Gazing up,
it is hard to see darkness
on such a beautiful night.
But both are there -
and I am here
in the middle.
Between clouds and streetlights,
waking and sleeping,
wonder and fear,
done and undone.
Between earth and sky,
going and coming,
back then and not yet,
known and unknown.
Here I am, in the middle,
between clouds and streetlights;
stars and darkness, both
behind and ahead.
About the Creator
Gabriel Huizenga
Twas for love of words that I first joined this site:
Poetry, essays, and dear short stories too;
For to live one's best is to read, and to write!
So find me in words here, and I'll find you 💙
Thanks for stopping by! :)
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Comments (5)
This feels so symbolic to life. Beautiful job!
Like a sort of stasis, out of time. I liked this. Hope there was no turbulence.
it is hard to see darkness. on such a beautiful night. These lines drew me in, they led me to a different perspective. ‘In the middle’ What a beautiful place to be. Subscribed
You’ve gained a new subscriber! :) I felt like I was right there with you, looking out the window.
Oh! I love this, I did that flight, wrote a poem after, yours is absolutely lovely, captures the feeling beautifully. Subscribed and hearted.