The middle part

Not as bad as death row,
not as good as paradise,
and yet an island visited
to stand on solid ground.

It’s the middle part before the sway
and a place no one can stay
for like the sea it rises, sinks,
and the sand moves underfoot.

What’s good, what’s bad?
No mind can know
when like an island buffeted
or calmed by passing fancy.

And so that “try, try again”
for constancy, stability,
a never ending flex, relax,
until all the facts are known.

But facts are like graphs and charts
drawn by own perceptions
and that island’s just a place I go
to experience the flow ~
until paradise found and known
to be here on my death row!