Neither one nor the other
This is a transient place:
The air between two pages,
One breath from death to life,
Teetering on the cliff
Of leaving and becoming.
Nervous, we balance, wondering
What our story will be,
Caught in the gap of change.

In so many different ways (personal, political, work-wise, environmental) life seems to have a liminal quality at the moment, leaving what was, but not quite clear what it is becoming.
(02.09.26)

© Ben Quant 2026
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