If there is a way
To life
True life
The happy kind
The kind where we are embraced
And safe
And fulfilled
The kind where hope is not buried
Too deep below ground.
If there is a way to life like this,
It must be
A passageway
Too thin to stretch my arms out,
A margin
Not meant to be exclusive
But avoided by most,
A periphery
That empties you out
One long egocentric breath at a time.
The sun drops below the horizon
A mist settles
A light scatters
Among shadows.
For a few easily ignored moments,
We have dusk.
Thin, narrow, brief,
But crammed with meaning.
When I’ve experienced the richness of life
Every path taken to get there
Has been narrow.
Narrow like dusk,
Narrow like dawn.
Easy to miss,
Easy to curse.
The narrow way is an unexpected visitor
When your table is not set.
The narrow way is an unpaved road
Next to the highway.
It is the ancient wisdom
We are too proud to hear,
And the love
We are too biased to show.
Narrow moments are upon us
Born in the dark and in the unknown
Where few want to wander.
