this is the time of in between
a holding pattern circling
the wait between dawn
and completion…
there are days to settle
quarter hours to walk
in early darkness
light to grow accustomed to
hidden currents to watch for
anticipation
as we wait for evening’s rogue waves
outside this window…
there is another frame of time
to be reckoned with
while farewells are forced
into the in between
passing time lays
paused on tongues
in mouths emptied of sufficent saliva…
we tried to form our gratitude
while silently deciphering an uneasy language
not foreign to ear–only to necessity…
we try to say it again
forming imperfect
in-between syllables left hanging
in air…
this is a time of in between
a search for a perfect salve
to heal old wounds
a search for imperfect words
leaning us toward redemption and
appropriate goodbyes…
and in between
lies our time
of in between
our time of
faith
chance
memory
and retribution
watching now
for ways to ease
through what’s fitting
in between
survival