Somewhere In Between Poem by Monica O'Connor

From where I stand,
I can't tell if the tide is high or low.
But I think its somewhere in between.
as is everything else.
There is a giant grey area of life,
where all unexplainable feelings are stored.
And sometimes,
you can see clear across to the other side.
And sometimes the fog clouds your pride.
or maybe you aren't letting yourself see.
Then the grey shifts directions,
to black
or white
and you make realizations
that take the grey away from you.
From where I stand, I can tell the tide is in between.
But is it coming in or going out?

5.28.2007