on the line between shadow and sun

on the deck, at the bedroom door,

before the steps, before the smell of lavender,

when the bee flies horizontal

at the top of the step before you step

onto stone and go to gate,

long before the gate, just at the beginning

past the bedroom door, at that line of shade

when you pass from indoors to outside,

from green boards to sun-bleached wood,

from any moment to the next,

you could stay a long time there

standing still on an edge

that becomes a place

just to see what happens

how green comes and goes in the grass

during that line between light and dark

how even the division of your body

if you let our attention be complete

could prove to be very unexpected.