Try to catch the second when the sun changes into shadow,
lapping against river reeds, obsequious in friendliness.
Holding myself together like hands with tightly interlaced fingers
I search for the greyness of consistency between the extremes.
I am, reluctantly, the rock, the strong one
To remain in the inbetween.
I am the sunlight and the shadow
I am the leftover stubble of a bush
Popping up playful bubbles as I pass over rough patches,
I droop, cowed by age and circumstance.