No Edge to Be On

Owning and belonging
Are jousting at sundown,
Red clouds going grey.

They’re vaporous, those two,
Like the edge of the day.
Do you want to belong?

Do you want to escape?
Do you wish you owned more?
Do you wish you’d escaped?

It’s blurry. It’s context.
The eyes have to adjust.
You can’t say there’s a point

Where the transition’s done.
You had almost belonged,
Then it’s night, all your own.