In Between

 

My body searches for an in between,
not winter’s gelid wind or summer’s heat
but where birds dip their wings into the gleam
of liquid sun and air is fresh and sweet.
I long for daylight hours and newborn hearts
where buds break free from safety of the womb;
a place where life begins, where journeys start
and fears abate as flowers begin to bloom,
whose joy is so infectious, so sublime,
their small wounds barely touch them, peace abounds
I long to share the passion of this time
spend hours alone imbibing every sound
where I, at last, feel free to breathe, serene.
My body craves this precious in between.

 

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