The third place

O sorrow, pull me apart

and bring me back together again,

so that joy may once again

lift this aching regret

and take me to the third place

where sorrow and joy

frolic together in my naked garden.


And there, complete and incomplete,

sadness and happiness

can become my uneasy companions,

and lie side-by-side

in the restless creative energy

of looking out,

of looking in,

of looking beyond,

of looking for myself in the third place.