When I looked in the middle
All I saw was the edges,
The middle being the center —
Too deep, too dark, too far
From love’s light
To penetrate and nourish by synthesis
The soul’s passion
To join our hearts into the center
Where our depth can never see the edges
Where we did not exist.
Lenny Hall is a student and observer of life without formal credentials, who finds inspiration on Martha’s Vineyard.
