Betwixt and Between

​I live in the cracks of life.
I plant my roots in the shallowest
Of crevices, the nooks and crannies of broken
Crust where something has given way.
I exploit to what extent I can of hard divide,
To make a life for however brief or long.
Just to say,
I live.
I am alive.
​
For now, here, in this fraction of a fraction of a moment
I have to be tough, strong, and fight until
I can no more, until I say enough and
Let go my grasp here.

:: Epilogue ::

In the slightest of things,
In the least obvious choice,
Perchance there to light upon
A moment of Grace.

— Dennis Neal Vaughn