south of yes north of no

Check it o'er yonder, sojourner ~
Rich borderland, if you have the eyes to hear.
South of yes and north of no,
the blessed land of Maybe

~

Rich soil there;
words drift like dandelion spires,
find purchase in the earth,
and bloom into fractals of laughter
that backlight god's concert hall

This is where She reads our every story like sheet music;
groups of groups of silver collapsible music stands
stretching from infinity to eternity

Each holding the exact number of sheets
to tell your story
and yours
and yours,
and ours

Always a dynamic wrestling match
between the sovereignty of Her stamped notes
and the shimmer of our free-willed tempo and volume
~
You'll be done before She is,
so when you're ready, pack up your synesthesia,
leave your doubts behind,
and triangulate back to the poles of yes and no

Take solace in the safety of black and white,
but always be ready to split the binary, shoot the middle,
and come back to where part of you never left in the first place