Grey

In between, I’m both
Black and white, 

On the fence, posted

Up with two feet 

On each side—

One will be left, 

And one

Which is right

 

I might be a bridge—

Not here, not quite 

There—over which 

Maybe’s pass by 

(Destination, unclear) 

Or maybe

 

They get stuck. In the middle

(Just a little, 

Not too much)

 

Is there comfort 

In this stance—spread

Eagle, always landing

In the grey,

Not quite sure

Where I’m standing?