between part one and two

i don’t know where we are
ambling with empty pails
under the sky
open mouthed
or how we found ourselves
so wedded to danger
to between
dry earth and rain, gathered earth and clay
between
between
light and shadow
Atlas and entropy
she loves me
she loves me not
and between
ice and thaw
gravity and the grave
this pile of dust i call my fortune
cobwebs, veils, tombs—
seeds
carry me river

1-a'r0