Liminal Spaces and Times (Petrarchan Sonnet)
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