slipping through the cracks, hiding just out of
reach there's this world we miss. a world filled
to bursting with more planes of existence that
comprehension can master. infinite grandeur &
grief co-habitate in this space; waiting for us to
feel in our souls the low spark of it arcing upward.
the space between awake & slumber is filled with
infinite moments, the chance to visit dreamscapes
so filled with light the heart aches with joy...or that
deeply unsettling planet where the monsters slink out
from under the bed. those are the extremes...between
those are memories that flood in a tempest of bittersweet.
the space between life & death is but a golden trembling
thread...yet we don't see it on the average day. we run 5
minutes slowfast & miss the big moment--the one that snatches
your breath; leaves you mystified & marveling at the way
that cute boy/girl has crinkles at the corners of their eyes.
if we're lucky that moment finds us open & we hang on.
too often we are caught in between the moment our coffee cup
empties & fresh coffee is ready. better to take that moment
and reflect on how the tiniest drop creates infinite rings in that
self-contained universe of dark roasted beans & wonder.
i am in between & you are in between...together we can fill
that space & make it richer. when i am filling it with tears, please
fill it with solace. when you are filling it with joy i'll open the flood
gates so that it spills out on everyone. embrace the in between
with me and break it wide open so when it ends whether in fire or ice
there is no question our mark has been left on all we touched.
