LIMBO -Poem

 

LIMBO

It always seems odd
There is a place
That is neither
Here nor there.

Yet here we are
Descending slowly
in the silence
Of the clouds.

We have places to go,
Things to see,
But we are not
There yet.

We are haunted
As we pass through
these endless clouds,
This up-in-air limbo.

The ground awaits
Just not too soon.


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