Cornered

I am learning to be a corner
- the place where two walls MEet
- No ME beyond the MErging 
of these two tangible textured things
I am intangible, no texture 
No text - only breath
Like the present moMEnt that rests 
between Future and Past
(Those two persistent walls 
that plaster on…)
I am simply striving to 
shimMEr into existence 
through the simple insistence 
That yes, I am 
nothing
but a MEeting point between
Surrendering 
To the Tent of MEeting 
Set up daily in my den
And there we will listen 
to what eMErges in the MErger 
the in-between
the corner where 
the voice of God 
speaks