Betwixt and Between - Maya Spector

[Larry Robinson]

Betwixt and Between


Betwixt and between.
Not confused.
Conjuring a poem.
Sitting between 
dawn and day,
health and illness,
the mundane and 
the sacred.
But wait!
The mundane is also 
the sacred,
is it not?

How do you 
station yourself 
in the middle 
of the same thing?
The left hand and the right
are not separate entities
(though they are).
Betwixt and between them
are the body, the head, the legs.
We are positioned very securely
in the center of things,
and it is all of a piece.

Where am I going with this?
I suppose I am trying
to get comfortable with
living (and dying) all of it.
In the midst of being
betwixt and between
is exactly the place to be.
Don’t let it confound you.
Betwixt and between
is the practice ground.
Be welcome here.

	- Maya Spector