I’m not sure if it’s getting lighter out
or if my eyes are just getting used to the dark
This time of morning
it’s hard to tell the difference.
a long legged spider whispers over my toes
or maybe it’s a low breeze on the fine hairs
the cats
snake themselves
around my ankles
then settle
even Fate is still
I sit in liminal light
and
think
of the immediacy
of email
how sometimes
even they need the space of days
before responding
Quietly, I watch
as bats turn to birds.
What a beautiful and peaceful time of the morning. And I never knew the word “liminal.” I have replayed it 5 or six times. Is this from the perspective of the porch? And what time of the morning is it?
Susie
It is from the back porch Susie at about 4:30am. I’m glad you enjoyed it. I learned about the meaning of the work Liminal when I went to India.