Something And Nothing

When a child I thought I could
unite the outer and inner.
Not now.

There are moments
when the inner comes alive
and suddenly I'm some where else,
I'm some one else
and walk with spirits
as just light.

Only for seconds, before the drear of living
creeps back in.

A loved one's voice, my daughter's knock
upon the door.
The tide's wash upon the water's edge,
hieroglyphs that may mean
something or nothing;
balanced,
then tipped into the future.