
Here I am walking somewhere between the morning I left
and the evening I have yet to meet
My feet carrying forward what my mind has begun to release
The thought that started three blocks back still turning
still shaping itself into something I can hold
You who know this feeling You who have stood
in the middle of becoming neither here nor there
Your heart beating its steady rhythm while your soul
sorts through the beautiful debris of a day half lived
The conversations that linger the decisions that hover
like birds uncertain of their next perch
I am the walker midstride the thinker midrevelation
The one whose words form and dissolve before reaching
the place where speaking begins
Watch how the sidewalk unfolds beneath me
each step a small act of faith
each breath a commitment to the next moment arrival
What magnificent thing is this to be caught
between departure and destination
to carry within me both the echo of where I have been
and the promise of where I am going
The world spreads before me endless and welcoming
and I democratic in my uncertainty
embrace both the question and its eventual answer
Here in this suspension this beautiful hanging between
I am most myself most American
most alive to possibility
About the Creator
Tim Carmichael
Tim is an Appalachian poet and cookbook author. He writes about rural life, family, and the places he grew up around. His poetry and essays have appeared in Bloodroot and Coal Dust, his latest book.


Comments (3)
Glorious work Tim! This is a masterpiece! You have a winner on your hands my friend! BRAVO!
This piece is so beautifully written. I keep getting pulled to these lines that I think will stay with me for awhile. They make me feel like everyone has a past that doesn't necessarily shape their future. You can make of it what you will. "the echo of where I have been and the promise of where I am going"
Your poem is beautiful, Tim. I especially loved these lines but I could reference many more! "You who have stood in the middle of becoming neither here nor there Your heart beating its steady rhythm while your soul sorts through the beautiful debris of a day half lived" Majestic. A lovely way to view Americans from this ol' Canadian chum