By the Bells

Maroon Bells — Summer Shadows — © Jennifer Simpson, 2020

There is a place where sun crosses into shadow

Or, maybe it’s the other way around.

At any rate, at that very spot,

Things tend to move between worlds…

Traveling from the seen to the unseen;

From the unspoken to the full-throated

Calling, crying, laughing, sighing;

From the almost wasn’t to the here to stay.

In that place you don’t quite know

Whether to sit perfectly still, waiting…

Or spin wildly about, dancing

With the wind.

The magic of that place is that both

Are called for;

Each equally appropriate

To the moment

When dark becomes light

And vice versa

As worlds collide, passing in

And out of being.