To understand the context please read the post number 116 dated November 24, 2025.

7.

certainly everything wasn't good, 

not bad, but

there was eternally

something in between

the Gliricidia tree had many dried leaves

some a little green

and some little yellowish

and some in between

the road is vast 

enough space at right 

and enough at left

but I chose some in between

since we have experienced 

the realities 

beyond realities

for us

sleeping each night

with half-empty stomach

it has always been difficult

to figure out 

the bends in the road ahead

(From my poetry collection, “Always in Transit”)