in flux, in between words, in time
what haunts each side of consciousness
is destined to meet in the middle and complicate the future with loneliness
i wait in between and meanwhile absurd,
look towards the eyes that dot the landscape
in pairs of festive spheres and outlined
so deceptive in purchased shape, as if to swipe a set
without commanding speech is to find the world inside
a merry set, a pair-
air. can I continue as is, no matter what the time
no matter what ghosts immigrate below monuments
I can continue, heighten my voice, be satisfied by the sound
of questions that become echoes blinking in the absence of answers
existence itself is my refusal to answer the future with lies.
what have you given me, if not a single answer,
not even the path to a mutual smile
I wait in between, meanwhile alive and breathing
looking in the mirror at someone’s empty, wandering eyes.
Kate Houck, Poems 
I think all we really have is what’s in the middle and that can be very lonely as its so personal to what we are. I love your last line, ” looking in the mirror at someone’s empty, wandering eyes.”. That will stay with me… jc
Thank you jc. You seem to always be able to infer the underlying meaning. Sometimes even I don’t see the possibility until you bring it to light.
Not even a path to a mitral smile
Wow……..Kate that was great
This is the kind of piece
You could read and get something different out of each time
I am humbled to hear it Sheldon. Thank you for being that reader…