I’m not sitting on the fence
He said
It’s a gate
And I will go through it in time
I’m just taking a moment to savour the feeling
Of being on the edge
Of living on the cusp
Of something
New
Watching the sun set
Knowing in the morning it will rise
I smiled
Endings and beginnings
I said
Then he took off and flew away
What do fences and gates mean to birds?
Just somewhere to strike a pose
And perhaps provoke another to ponder