Is that you?
Or is it me?
Perhaps it’s something
indefinitely.

Was that them
or was it us?
In between don’t
make a fuss.

Old Zen masters
pop in place
where once I had
an original face.

I know nothing
less than you
and half a lie
is never true.

Climb up the ladder
down the slide
for in-between
one can’t abide.

Make no choice
for it is certain
there is no one
behind the curtain.

Vicki Woodyard