Apr '13
15
Today's poem is probably half the size it could be due to it being half-way to the end of this poem-a-day project.
Are we there yet?
Half way,
where the distance ahead
equals the distance travelled:
there to there divided by two.
You and I measure our closeness in silence.
Half way,
the middle ground
for optimists and pessimists.
Here we ramble, you and I.
Half way,
where a fence-sitter perches
before making a decision.
Our fences are flimsy.
Half way,
signalling the end of a beginning
and the imminence of finish.
You and I are our better halves.
Are we there yet?
Half way,
where the distance ahead
equals the distance travelled:
there to there divided by two.
You and I measure our closeness in silence.
Half way,
the middle ground
for optimists and pessimists.
Here we ramble, you and I.
Half way,
where a fence-sitter perches
before making a decision.
Our fences are flimsy.
Half way,
signalling the end of a beginning
and the imminence of finish.
You and I are our better halves.
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