But there is no in-between! No transition! No place is liminal now!
The waiting room was the audience chamber all along, you know! This is it, no ending,
No beginning. So where are you going? What are you doing right now, amidst this
Rush of ever changing lights? What are you up to in your steaming heart-kitchen?
An excerpt from Barry Patterson’s poem ‘You Cannot Hold a Candle to the Year’