Somewhere in the middle
Never at the top, not quite near the bottom.
That is how it is. A middle ground.
A look up, a look back down.
Uncertainty creeps once in a while,
where is the fit?
A bit more, and a little less,
never fully knowing, but knowing no less.
The sandwich bunch, it seems the case.
Yet, there is within the mess a point,
that deep anchor hinges.
All that come within the range,
Into the space of play.