The Truth About Tigers

There’s a horizon
where dark and light press thin
and beauty lives.

There’s a give and take
of color and shape,
a photograph etched on bone.

There’s a word I can’t remember,
a song I can’t forget,
a time I’ll never know.

There’s a warmth in touch,
a togetherness that molds
something worth holding.

There’s a chasm cut deep in rock,
a distance worth crossing,
an ordinary stubborn act of believing
that we might just be enough.

Inspired by a Jeff Tweedy line from a recent Colbert interview, “That horizon where the light and the dark meets, is where beauty lives.“