Grey Poem, by eckardcb, at My poetic side

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?