All Lines Make a Middle

Spring Equinox Beckons Again

photograph by Joanna Hall

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Dear Badger, black and white 
walking my minds eye on this day of two equal halves,
I sit in the centre of our double bed
with moon streaked hair
he is elsewhere with the sun,
I was in two minds
sat on the thin edge of a middle
waiting for the steady
when curtains drew a line enough to greet the day
sweet portal of possibility
a call to walk the dragons back to find the river that holds two sides apart, together.
find that bridge and its wash,
on which side will I approach matters not
all lines will make a middle,
the pencil line on paper
the yin yang
the badger,
to whole a grace that was not found yesterday
and heed the call to draw my line through this day 
for nothing less than its glory 
for nothing less than making mark.

At some hour my line will find his and hope will tie a circle
of loose and love.

I turn, You turn, All turns to the light of another summer.

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