Never With One

The dark black sky lay above,
     lit by countless worlds of light.
The soft cool earth beneath,
     with countless worlds of darkness.
A man lay in between,
      one with both though never with one.
Breezes of the night cannot still this troubled
      brain.
Life can solve it perhaps in time
      and death will solve it when the time comes.
And he waits, never with one, always in between.
As time passes men will see
      that this is the way it has to be.
As he waits, never with one, all ways in between.

 Angles of Vision 72 printed in Karachi: AISK; ISI; LAS; KAS, 1972