Where one ends,
the other begins.
Extremes are easy. It's
the middle that's the puzzle. Midsummer--
the middle way,
shades of gray,
no absolutes,
only choices.
There,
in the notes between notes,
in the pause between pauses,
in the silent space between two waves,
in the breath between breaths, .
lies the virgin soil of fertile possibilities.
(poem by w. craig gilliam, 2016, revised 2017; photograph and copyright by susan w. n. ruach--website is http://www.susanruachphotography.com)
