At The Cusp
At the cusp where endings and beginnings meet,
at the liminality of the present; where the past and
the future pause ever so briefly, where time seemingly
stops at the pivotal point where the dusk of hopes not met
and the dawn of hopes yet to be converge, all is peace.
In that space look at the night sky between the last
minute of the old year and the first minute of the new year
to contemplate the absence of that which disturbs and
ponder the absence of that which disrupts. Consider the vastness of being before entertaining the anxiety of hopefulness.
Norm Wright,
January 18, 2025
