A PHOTOGRAPH OF A FACE HALF LIT, HALF IN DARKNESS

Even 3 + 2 is like this.

A photograph of a face half lit, half in darkness.

A train station where one train is stopped

and another passes behind it,

heard, but not seen.

A person proud of five good senses

lives without echolocation.

Dogs pity our noses

as we pity the bee that blunders the glass.

Take out every other word of the world,

what is left?

A half half darkness.

A station one is and passes.

We live our lives in one place

and look in every moment into another.

As on a child’s map,

where X

marks both riddle and treasure.

It is near, but not here.