in betweens

i see now that i have become comfortable in the in betweens.

that really, between the end of one thing, of many things,

before the start of something, anything

exists the

in between.

and here i am comfortable to stay for awhile.

to suss out something worthy.

to take my time with the next thing, and not just throw everything at just anything, but to wait with patience for something.

it's taken me my lifetime to be comfortable here in the in between, not reaching for,

but instead gingerly brushing, life.

feeling my way quietly. one hour, minute, second, at a time.

confident that something will appear.

again.