My heart
is a liminal place
neither here
nor there,
unresolved
longing
unsolved,
I crave more sun
in the summer,
never wet enough
in a storm
a path
stretches out
straight and true
and I
see the negative space
that lies all around,
untested,
past the greener grass
to a tangent in the woods
where it’s dark
and secret
and lonely
and I can’t unlock
the doors in the trees,
so I sit
in the middle of the way,
close my eyes,
and dream
of the map
Words and photo © Jaime Greenberg, 2021
