Inbetween land

The links are changing
Almost without measure
I don't know where they've gone
This month alone
Hospitalization and death
Engagement and birth
A century continuum
Cut down the center
And I am fifty
In that inbetween land
The links are changing
And it's all about connection
But how do you connect
In a world half crazy, half sane
Is it your doctrine, your belief?
And what is that, really, at its core
Enough about me
Where are you
Where are you going
Inbetween land
We're mostly water
Swimming, hoping
Someone will catch our hand.

Denis Streeter 3/30/12