Liminal Space #1--A Poem with Photos

 

Where am I if I am here?

Toes in the break of wave
heels in the sand.
Am I in-lake or on-land?

 
Just here,
where rockhounds revere to tread,

I am between.

The land is not stable underfoot.

The lake rushes to take it away
and then drops it overfoot
when it returns.
 
I am home.

I am alive.

While the lake roots me
and the rock I reached for rolls away,
I am myself.
 

Maybe I have sat too long musing
while the rocks speak tumble-rhymes underwave
to make me wonder what they’re saying.