This is rough country,
Not fit for grazing horses and not spacious
But not infertile.
from Emily Wilson's translation of Homer's Odyssey
This space between well and unwell
where I reside in the months
when the light goes low is rough country.
All I can do is stand by the gate
and wait until the light lifts at last so
I can find my way forward to fertile ground.
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Just right, Ann.
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