Liminal Spaces and Times (Petrarchan Sonnet)
Here is the who I am; this is where you are, and this is the way it is between us. You're stuck in the now, an unforeseen future awaits. Dreams escape, overdue, and left behind is a life you outgrew long ago. You feel your world's a machine, tracking steadily toward places unseen. Only way forward is probably through the jungle, jumble, thicket of longing, desires for what you don't know. Finger- painted future; impressionist delight. How long until that sense of belonging? Lost in timelessness forever; linger; you now have fewer years to get it right. © Christine Salkin Davis, 2019