After Dinner

With light comes shadow...
And the heart , like approximation,
journeys eternally, in the half light.
Between joy and emptiness.

All beauty is confusion.
Order is the single idea,
hiding one path from the other.
Dulling the senses.

This, the fragile in-between,
is where we are most human.
The hardness of definitions
puts an end to narrative.

How long it takes to learn,
Restlessness is the souls balm.
Night is always becoming day
the merest edges for philosophy.

I say all this after dinner,
and you think how odd!
Unseen I feel a path between
but perhaps it's just a crossing.
In half light it's difficult to tell.