As I head to work in the morning, I drive over the bayou bridge where I can see the sun rising in the East, and the moon still showing in the West. This particular poem catches my oh-so-often feeling of being caught in the middle of things and not knowing which way to go.

Somewhere Between
 
Red sun on my left
 full moon on the right
 here i am again
 stuck ‘tween day and night
 
Dare i move south
 or should i go north
 i tremble with fear
 afraid to sail forth
 
Opportunities abound
 in what lies ahead
 so why does it seem
 there’s nothing but dread?
 
Go forth take a risk
sail on take a chance
 you might be surprised
 to enjoy the dance
 
But still i wait here
 locked in the middle
 hoping the sun
 might move just a little.